Socialist Architecture in Bratislava After our visit to the panalák, the Oldies were hooked. They spent the next couple of days searching out more Socialist Modernist architecture. They didn’t have to search too hard. Bratislava is full of it! Some of the buildings were real gems; others were so ugly they were actually quite charming. In an ugly sort of way. There were plenty of ‘ugly ducklings’ around the Námestie Kamenné, Stone Square, that’s for sure. But I did like…
Panalák, Petržalka, Bratislava Finally, I’ve got aboard the UFO! Yes, the Oldies made a return visit to Bratislava, and this time they did take me up the UFO tower on the SNP Bridge. Cool! I felt like I was in a sci-fi movie. So imagine my surprise when I heard that it was opened back in 1972. A 50-year-old flying saucer-like observation platform atop a tower on a suspension bridge. Now, that’s what I call futuristic! At a mere 95m…
Going up this tower in Slovakia may have been ‘pretentious’ but it was worth the climb for the beautiful views. At the risk of sounding pretentious, I must say that I’d be hard pushed to pick a favourite view or indeed a favourite memory from our travels this summer. In fact, I’ve had to take a look back over my diary to remind myself of all the wonderful places we have been to. I always love hanging out in beautiful…
Golden Town of Kremnica, Slovakia I’ve often experienced changeable weather, but in this part of Slovakia, I’ve experienced changeable terrain. One minute we are following a narrow, windy road through the hills, then suddenly we find ourselves on a brand new multi-lane road which narrows down again equally suddenly. Soon after, we’re driving through a forest, the next we’re on a flat plain with high mountains in the distance. Boring it most definitely is not. Beautiful it most definitely is….
Bojnice Castle and Cicmany, Slovakia That was a hairy ride! Her Ladyship was having kittens as we drove, caravan in tow, up an extremely steep hill with numerous hair pin bends. ‘There’s no way there can be a campsite site up here!’ she yelped, her knuckles as white as my feathers as she clung on to the dashboard for dear life. His Lordship was right, however. There was a campsite on the top of the hill. But the last laugh…