It's back to Bratislava, for my second slot. Another beautiful summer day, what a difference from the greyness and the wetness in the UK. Milan the driver was there to pick me up. Hardly a word was exchanged as neither of us speaks the other's language. Actually he speaks a little English and I know only one Slovakian word, which is thank you. The wind turbines have now become a familiar sight on the motorway between Vienna and Bratislava. Here they are, proud and standing. 
Another familiar sight - the state of the roads. The tarmac is worn on this dual carriageway somewhere between the airport and the city centre. On a side road leaving the office, there is a big ditch, which often traps unsuspecting taxi drivers. It's a moment when I conveniently leave my teeth marks on the dashboard.
Slovakia is a country of meat eaters. Fish dishes are second class citizens. Today, I had grilled monk fish fillet and a few pieces of grilled vegetables. There would have been sauces, but alas, all of them contain cream, butter or cheese. A lot of food in Bratislava seems to contain cheese of one sort or another.
There is an event on today at the hotel. Women in 5-inch high heels and tight dresses, beautifully made up, were seen gracing the arms of some good looking young men in their 30's.
