Apartment hunting

6 May
We had an appointment to meet with an agent to help look at furnished apartments around Bratislava. The guy looked like Michael Bisping of the UFC, that said he was very helpful in setting up four places to look at. All were close to the area that Alex will be working in. The first two were near an open air market that we will be going back to for shopping. Of all the apartments we thought one of these was a yes. The last two were too dark and too big. Our decision was to go with an apartment that was in the same building as Alex's PwC collegue. Five minutes to the Dell building and ten to the PwC building. We will be moving on Tuesday from the Mamaison Hotel in Sulekova across the city to Mytna.

After a busy day of looking at apartments we had a good evening attending the PwC Spring Party at the Harley Davidson Saloon. The saloon was located across the city to the east from where we were staying. Luckily a trolleybus line ran directly from our niegherhood in Sulekova to the location of the saloon. On the way over I saw a guy pulled over on the main street of Namestie maja having a pee in a tree planter on the street. Funny to see while riding past on the bus, it was still light out around 2000 hours.

So we get to the party right around the time everyone else is showing up, a number of riders on the bus were also going to the party. Since the party was at the Harley Davidson Saloon, there were a number of people in costume. Leather jackets, short skirts of various prints, tight jeans, tee shirts, bandanas and racing gear. One guy was dressed in a driving suit and had three other workmates who dressed as pit girls. The party was catered with barbeque and was an open beer and wine bar. A little about the saloon, it had every piece of flair that you could think of when describing a biker bar. Boxing ring, stage for dancing, covered beer garden, wooden siding, picnic tables, concrete floor, signs for Jack Daniels whiskey, a native American statue but no motorcycles. I asked around if anyone from PwC had a motorcycle, the answer was no. A guy did show up on a scooter. We ate, we had some beers, we talked to people, more beer, met some more people, missed the last bus at 2300 hours, had another beer and decided it was time for us to leave. Thursday night was now early Friday. By the time we got back to our hotel it was past one a.m.. The party was still going strong, it had moved inside from the beer garden to the dance floor. We met a number of people from PwC: some named Dano, two Peters, Gaba and Andrea.