During our morning skinnydip we felt the eyes of two topless ladies burning into our butcheeks as we stood in the shallow water. After giving them quite the show oiling up our bodies to protect us from the sun we continued in a straight line to Bratislava. Around 4 pm we morphed into sandwich artists during our standard picknick procedure in front of a supermarket.
A local noticed us and was eager to hear our story. Before we knew it he was drawing maps of Greece and sat down with us to give us advice from his previous journeys. Our newfound guide's wisdom was too vast to scribble down, so we followed him to a bar near Devin castle. Oleg treated us to some beers, a history lesson, slivo viča (the local spirit) and a typical Slovakian meal.
We cycled behind his Renault Twingo one last time as he wanted to show us a nice place to camp. We stopped at 'Sandberg', a protected nature domain on a hill overlooking the Danube river, Devin castle and Vienna at the horizon. He explained that the sand on this hill was a remainder from the old sealevel, filled with seashells. We put up our hammocks and after admitting defeat to the mosquitos we got some sleep as they sucked us dry.