Dobra Voda was a bust! No hotel, one food store which is closed on Sunday! But good news, a pub is open and they happily feed us sausage and pizza. (In Slovakia, "pizza primavera" means with mushrooms, corn, and ham.) We found the town map (all good towns have a map) and it encouraged us to head to the nearby resort village called Mariaš, with hotel, restaurant, pool, and public campground. Sadly, only the pool actually exists! Deborah negotiated poolside camping rights for €20, an outlandish price (for comparison, drinks at the pool bar are half a euro) but hey, we can use the pool too... which feels great. Still no way to resupply on food, so we bought extra hot dogs at the pool snack bar for tomorrow´s breakfast.
After pool hours we hung with the staff and owners, drinking (borovicka and hruskavicka) and conversing in German, and finally stumbled back into our tent around midnight -- crazy late for us; we usually turn in around eight. Slept very well.
I had a dream about this pool and the german-speaking workers. It was like a combo of Wendy's short story, this description of drinking with the pool workers and that Russian movie Ivan's Childhood. It was wartime and everything was ravaged. I hope it was less dangerous in real life!
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