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Tatras Mountains...

by coceng

I can also mention Tatras Mountains.

If you are in Lake Morskie Oko, you are already in the High Tatras !

Do spend a few hours here. Beautiful sceneries, trees, forests. Floras & faunas. Just don't get lost. Make sure you take the correct routes.

Poprad

by aroundtheglobe

I've been to Poprad for new years eve 2005 / 2006. The small town center is very cozy and quaint, while the suburbian area rather appears like a former sovjet city. According to my experience this is usual for eastern europe and it doesn't change the charming atmosphere of this town next to the high tatra mountains

Back to the Promised Land - Part 1

by RandomDreamer

"Prosim!"

When I was in Poland I met the most polite beggar in the world. He came up to me at Krakow bus station and said “Excuse me, I am missing one Zloty. Could you possibly replace it?” Unfortunately, the same cannot be said about his Slovak counterparts. One thing I remembered about Slovakia from my previous visit that it was the most friendly place in the world. My theory was being somewhat disproved when I found myself being chased down the street in Poprad by a Gyspsy shouting “Prosim! Prosim!” whilst sticking his hand out in front of my face. He’d run about 50 metres to get to me and didn’t let me go until I’d ignored him for a good couple of minutes.

So Welcome to Poprad! A big, industrial nothing town at the foot of the Tatra Mountains in the east of Slovakia. A major transport hub for skiers and hikers going to the High Tatras and anybody else heading anywhere else in Slovakia. I had an hour or so to kill and was about to experience my first major language barrier which would prove to be the theme for the day. After cockily ordering my train ticket to Trencin care of my GCSE German, the smug look was wiped off my face in my attempt to find food in the only café in the area. After a poorly played game of charades, I gave up as I didn‘t have the slightest clue of their extensive menu in English and neither did the staff. I resigned by pointing at a lonesome salami roll and, stale bread in hand, I headed to the train station and awaited my ride. Poprad station was an experience for me; being used to the organised and well planned British stations, I was amazed by this mass of railway lines with only one platform at the edge. Every time a train came, people would hop across the different lines in their masses and climb onto their train whilst their family and friends stood on the tracks and waved goodbye. I’m assuming that Health and Safety laws aren’t so strict out here.