Crossed the borderline into Slovakia whithout a control but that´s the facts if you choose the smaller border crossings.
Just 100 meters after the bridge a campingplace with roofed camping tables lined up, large green areas surrounded by forest, perfect place for me.
After 101 km on the saddle today, my legs was a little bit stiff and my self tired.
To pitch up my tent did´nt took long time and then I occupied the roofed camping table and prepared the evening’s dinner.
Tomorrow an other country on my global journey, Slovakia