Greetings! My name is Jack Noah Rees and I’m a teacher and travel writer from a small corner of the Welsh countryside and this is my blog – yes, they do still exist. The grand purpose of Hit The Road Jack is to narrate my travels to places far-flung as I attempt to road trip and backpack around every sovereign state on earth. If that sounds mildly of interest to you, click here to find out why I’m undertaking this unlikely quest…
The final destination of our Central European voyage would be newly named Czechia. With the recent change frowned upon by almost everyone outside of government, in a similar manner to North Macedonia, we would continue to use its former ‘Republic’ branding when having drinks and conversing with civil servants, politicians, or the local fuzz.
Crystal-clear skies and festive fragrances greeted our first morning in the Slovak capital: Bratislava. Having parked up in neighbouring Austria and caught an unsurprisingly efficient train into the centre we decided to get our blood pumping early doors by marching up a rocky hill towards her primary attraction.
The undulating nation of Slovakia was to be our next stop as we terminated our eastward bearing and began our return journey in earnest. This was my first occasion within its landlocked borders having skirted close by while Interrailing many moons ago. Lowri, however, had visited before and even knew how to order a beer in Slovak, absolutely priceless knowledge.
With Vishnu temporarily repaired and teaching done for the weekend, we could loosen up, relax, and start to find out what it means to be Hungarian and what better way to do that than by taking a nice warm beer bath.
