Slovak Republic Travel Stories
I started my first afternoon in Slovakia blanketed in mature homogenized sediment, otherwise known as mud. Jan, a white-jacketed attendant, spread the 113-degree, buttery substance on a bed and motioned for me to lie down. I slid in, teeth firmly gritted, as Jan slathered on more mud and wrapped me mummy-style in sheets. "Das ist sehr gut," he said in German, telling me that all was well.
Slovak Republic: A Castle for Every Mountain (Post, June 16, 2002, Page E01)

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