Rick Ross famously bragged that he is "making million dollar deals on his iPhone. I don't believe him for a second but it is pretty wild what these little rectangular Apples can do. I've been using my iPod touch to communicate with people back home, link up with people I meet over here and now blog. There is wifi in all the hostels and train stations over here, so even though I deleted all the music from my iPod I've been using it all the time. Time will tell whether I can survive going cold turkey on Frank Ocean, J Cole and The Weeknd.
Bratislava was initially underwhelming due to grey, rainy weather and unrealistic expectations set by an incredible weekend in Budapest. The Slovenian capital turned out to be a pretty cool little city though. Very relaxed and lots of places to sit and read.
On the second night I walked downtown from my hostel and got caught in a pretty tough rainstorm. I ducked into the nearest bar to dry off and wait out the downpour. There were a dozen or so middle aged Slovak men watching a soccer game and they wanted nothing to do with me. I can't really blame them-I was wet, foreign and speaking English.
Back at the hostel, just as I was about to chalk Bratislava up as a loss I met a group of young Bratislavans celebrating their friend's birthday in the basement reggae bar. I don't know how they got into reggae but they were hardcore about it and it was soon clear that the hostel bar was a reggae bar because this crew took it over as their regular hangout and made it that way. They were very interested in the US, California in particular. One of them even had a homemade Tupac leather jacket.
In Budapest I started to think I was pretty good at foosball, Eastern Europe's bar game of choice, because I beat Jordan in a 3 game series. I stepped up to the table against two Slovakians and got destroyed. Stepovers, pass fakes, intentional back passes. I'm only playing Americans from now on.
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