Boredom is also a journey. In Bratislava.

The capital of Slovakia.
Bratislava.
Even though it is a capital, it is small.

It is quiet.
Too quiet.

I walk through the old town.
Cobblestone streets.
Old buildings.
Cafes.
Churches.

That is all.
There is nothing to see.
It is boring.

A man peeking out from a manhole.
It is a unique bronze statue.

I found another statue.
A Napoleonic soldier.
Leaning against a bench.
That was all there was.

The only things to see in Bratislava are unique bronze statues.

I enter a cafe.
I drank some coffee.
I gazed out the window.
There are few people.
It is quiet.

Good grief.

I have seen many cities.

Lively cities.
Dangerous cities.
Beautiful cities.
Harsh cities.
And then, Bratislava.
A boring city.

But perhaps that is also part of the journey.

Not every city is exciting.
There are also boring cities.

Tomorrow, I will go to the next city.

—Ah, once again, I am muttering to myself in a strange, foreign land.