Tag: illness while traveling
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Crossing the Line
When the road surface changed abruptly from smooth pavement to rough, chip seal, I wasn’t completely surprised to see the sign, “Slovenska”. We had entered Slovakia. In the distance we could just make out the outskirts of Bratislava, the capital city. Tall communist block style apartments amid pragmatically designed buildings. Structures with purpose. Rolling into…
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