Sorry for not posting for awhile, but our beer intake has been very high this last week taking away from our evening posting time. Beer is so cheap around here, you can't afford not to drink it!
Our visit to Slovakia ended with one last stop in the High Tatras mountains near the Polish border. Over the previous few weeks we had many many people tell us we MUST go to the Ginger Monkey Hostel in a tiny mountain village called Zdair, Slovakia. It did not dissatisfy as it was one of the (If not THE best hostel) we have ever visited. They have a friendly hostel dog named Wallie who is the luckiest dog in the world recieving between 200-300 belly scratches per day from all of the guests. The hostel took some effort to get to, therefore all of the 18 year old "children" who stay along the rail lines within the big cities were not present.
We went on a terrific 4 hour hike the first day coming across lots of fresh bear tracks, and great views. The next day nearly the entire hostel (10 of us) undertook the 8 hour hike up and over a mountain range. It started rough as a couple of group members were smokers requiring a smoke break 150 m into a 20 km hike....nonetheless we made it to the top resulting in amazing views. The evening reward was playing fetch with the hostel dog (Wallie) followed by a few liters of cheap beer and 12" pizzas for everyone. The hostel keeps 1980's one-piece snow suits available for sitting around the fire. Made for great fun!
In most of these Central European countries communism only fell 19 years ago and as a result several things still remain from that era. Some of them are sombering while others quite intriguing, our favorite is 'Kofola'. During Slovakia's Communist time some outside products (especially western ones) were not allowed into the country. Well apparently the people were envious of what little they saw of the outside world as westeners relaxed with a refreshing Coca Cola and to appease the people the country developed their own version, Kofola. It tastes nothing like Cola but is dark and fizzy (The tourists call it "Communist Cola"). I taste jagermeister while Renee says it's like ice tea; others say medicine, either way it's kinda grown on us.
We were sad to leave but needed to carry on to Poland. We crossed the border, 10 km from Zdair into Poland leaving our tiny, quiet village behind. Our bus passed through the crazy mountain town of Zakopane, which essentially is a Banff on radioactive steroids. Lucky for us our stop was the beautiful city of Krakow. The city was very lively, but crawling with tourists. The best part of Krakow was the affordable food...we pigged out; perogies, cabbage rolls, polish sausages, potato soups, and more perogies! Krakow was also a great place to grab a beer on the patio.
Our last day in Poland was a sombering experience as we visited a very sad, but important part of world history, Auschwitz.
Poland was a quick visit, as our next stop is central Czech Republic. We have a very highly regarded Hostel to visit off the beaten track run by some of the guests from the Ginger Monkey Hostel, so we are looking forward to meeting up with the same group of great people.
Colin