Notes from Kosice

It is proving more difficult than I thought to squeeze blog posts through a mobile phone T9 style hence the lack of updates from our journey so far.

We are alive and well and lunching at Kaviaren Slavia in downtown Kosice after spending 2 hours in the excellent Slovak Technical Museum (where they have, among other things, a huge collection of typewriters).

We had a smooth journey from Canada despite the last leg, from London to Kosice, involving a tired old Bulgaria Airlines 737.

The highlight of the day came at the very end when Oliver somehow locked himself in the bathroom of our apartment. After 20 minutes of trying to talk him through unlocking the door and another 20 of the helpful front desk clerk trying various things, the Kosice Fire Brigade was summoned in the person of a very kind man who eventually pried open the door enough to allow Oliver to pass the key out. Oliver emerged none the worse for it (well, he may never pee again).

We celebrated with a meal in a smoky Moroccan restaurant where a large pizza, a glass of wine and an orange juice somehow only cost 4 EUR.

Kosice feels both foreign and like coming home.

We hope to make it through the day without involving any public service agencies. We’ve got tickets to see The Marriage of Figaro tonight (8 EUR for the two of us) so that shouldn’t be too hard.