So none of us are exactly feeling that ‘fresh as daisies’ type vibe. Lots of pastries, a shit load of Lego, and cheese for days! We landed at about 7:00am, having travelled for the last 11 hours and changed planes in Frankfurt. Best described as a day spent inside a shampoo commercial (you know the ones where gorgeous models flick their hair about in slow motion, while rays ofĬopenhagen.
Everyone is intimidated and content to sit at any one of the myriad waterfront coffee bars and watch… slightly open mouthed… as the parade of perfection glides by in heels. How did they all get here? Where do they go? Have we stumbled upon some kind of Utopian enclave where genetics are farmed and short sundresses are the uniform? I rarely comment like this, but it really has to be seen to be believed.
To the point where it just becomes confusing and irritating. The place is full of absolutely beautiful females. It’s actually hysterical because single, married, dating or otherwise, every member of our entourage can be seen at some point during the day just standing still, with a somewhat bemused look on his face, and simply staring out into the square. This is a “what the f*$k is going on here” type comment. Oh my God, the women! Now let me be clear here – this is not a typical “Dude look at her she’s hot” type guy comment. And without meaning to sound chauvinistic… the women. Our first day in Bratislava is a day off.
