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Fondest memory: Arriving by bus in Jelenec. A man pointed at our backpacks: we must be looking for the campsite. That's about 2km walk from the busstop, along the street where the man was living in. My girlfriend had to out her backpack on the small bike of the man and we walked. He was speaking no other language than Slovakian, we just spoke a few words of that language. So I asked if there was a shop in the village. 'Yes, but it was closed by now. Did we need anything?' Not really apart from some vegetables. 'Well, come over to my place' and we were given tomatoes, paprika and apples. We sat down on his veranda, which all of the houses here have along side, drank a little bit and continued our walk after thanking the man over and over again. It started to rain slightly, but nothing would be able to ruin this day anymore!