Farewell Bratislava

I was woken before six by the sharp metallic clang of construction work and the worrying sound of raindrops drumming on balcony tiles. Out of the hotel room window, across the office blocks and football stadium floodlights, the sky was a pale shade of scarlet, like a crayon brushed against tracing paper. I braved the busy road one last time to say my goodbyes to Frank and buy breakfast at Billa, then set off for the bus station, Prague and home.