Obviously, before doing anything, I had to lay out my 'cool' things (apparently this includes sellotape and an adapter) and take an Instagram snap in the hope that Lonely Planet would re-tweet it or like it or validate me as a person or whatever it is that you kids do on the social medias these days. And then *cue heart attack of all heart attacks*, THEY WROTE ME A MESSAGE. I can prove it because I took a screen shot. I'M BASICALLY FAMOUS! (And lame.)
The next day, we woke up early(ish), and went to explore the Old Town. Exciting first impressions included a Slovak number plate, which confirmed to me the fact that I really was in Slovakia, and that the whole thing wasn't an elaborate hoax, like most of my voyages abroad. THANK GOD.
Not particularly enjoying this hostile turn of events, it was encouraging to find a few minutes later, that 'Refugees Welcome' graffiti had been painted on walls and street corners all over the place. What a lot of feelings going on in Europe at the moment.
Definitely worth the effort to get up there for the views (and that sexy 90-degree-angles-everywhere Soviet architecture that I'm such a big fan of these days).