The last part of the bike ride was a lot more grueling than expected. Perhaps it was the lack of a good lunch, or just the sheer length. Bratislava appeared very early, but took such a long time after that to reach. The border was quite a non-event, perhaps even a historical artefact...
The city really is beautiful. One could just say quaint, or cute, but it’s more than that. Tomorrow we will plod on, but stopping in a small village in order to break up the 135km journey to Komarno. Sleep is required.
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