False alarm. The Tourist Office was closing (see previous post) but someone has volunteered to keep it open for me. Slovakia appears to have wonderful examples of a phrase I coined to myself in Vienna last week (I might blog about my Viennese experiences later, on a slack day when I get home) - It-s less than my jobs worth. People keep doing me off-the-rule-book good turns.

The Polish taxi driver who took me 20 kilometres across the frontier when it turned out that the train that was timetabled to take me there only ran for 10 days in July had a similar generosity, reducing his quite reasonable price when he saw how few Polish zloties I had left.

Anywhere, I have found a Slovakian Health Resort beneath some spectacular mountains (and itself 1000 metres high) where there is very little English spoken, but a huge willingness to communicate and be helpful. My hotel is big, but not that smart. The doctor here too has very little English, but he immediately sent for his daughter who was home for the week to revise for University exams and she translated. I am having some really weird treatments,which I may write about later. As I wasnt expecting to spend much time in Slovakia, I have no phrase book, but for the moment it doesnt seem to matter.

A lot more to say, but this keyboard - with the Z and Y keys transposed and the numbers requiring Caps Lock is beginning to wear me down.

So, Greetings from Vysoké Tatry!