Time and again, experience has proven that the unscripted path often leads to the utmost memorable adventures. After crossing from Zakopane into Poprad, Slovakia, I boarded a train bound for Bradistlava intent on seeing a bit of the lovely countryside. The journey itself proved uneventful as the path and scenery unfolded as expected; firstly, parting the high Tatra Mountains, the Alpine ridges slowly faded from view; eventually, we passed numerous small villages and scattered farmland that dotted the entire length of the journey. By evening, the subtle rain that began at precisely the moment that I had boarded the bus at 11am in the morning broke to a shimmering cloud clusters in the west as the train approached Bradistlava.
