My favorite childhood song. To this day it still gives me goosebumps.

Ah, so hey howdy hey and welcome to Slovenia Pt. II in which I depart the best place I’ve visited so far on my wine-fueled travels.

Piran

After a few days in Ljubljana we made our way back to where I first arrived in Nova Gorica. And that afternoon we traveled to the seaside in Piran. It was gorgeous.

Piran

Then we traveled to another seaside town…the name escapes me though. We sat on a patio on the beach and had a couple glasses of wine. The wine was 1.20 euro a glass. 1.20 euro. Fuck me I want to move here.

My wonderful host.

The next day on our way back to Ljubljana we stopped at Postojna Caves which is, I think, the biggest tourist draw in Slovenia. It was pretty breathtaking. You take this train that has no restraints whatsoever and just BOOM dives into the earth where you tour 5km of the caves which, I think according to the guide, was only a small percentage of the actual caves itself.

We lost three kids and an old woman on the way down.

I can’t thank Kaja and her family enough for hosting me during my visit to Slovenia. It was incredible and they went out of their way to make me feel a part of their family. They also kept me liquored up nightly so that’s definitely a bonus point for Slovenia. But the people were so welcoming, friendly and interesting. Food was delicious, wine was fantastic, and the country is just simply beautiful.

OK I’ll move on, I’m sure you’re sick me blowing my load over one country. So today I took off at 8AM and embarked on a long train ride to fucking Budapest.

My only thought racing through my mind was "Batcave Batcave Batcave Batcave.."

I say fucking Budapest because the train ride here, while good, was also…strange. No one spoke a word of English on the train, which normally you know in foreign cities, I’m OK with people not speaking English. And I feel bad every time I talk to someone at a store or restaurant and I force them to speak English because I don’t know their language. But when it comes to transportation services, I think that’s the only time I would prefer just basic English. I just want to know I’m on the right damned train and that I didn’t have to transfer. Cause one time the train is going forwards then we stop somewhere pick up and drop off people then the train goes backwards and I don’t know where the fuck we’re going.

Nanananananana Batman

I did have a conversation with the ticket puncher that went something like this:

Me: “Excuse me, sorry I only speak English, am I on the right train for Budapest?”

Her: Slovenian/Italian/Hungarian

Me: “Right, so Budapest, I’m good right?”

Her: Slovenian/Italian/Hungarian

Me: “I just, I’m sorry, I just want to know if I’m on the right train. So I stay on this train? For Budapest?” *gesture thumbs up in question*

Her: Slovenian/Itali-”Budapest”-an/Hungarian

Me: “Oh! Oh! You said Budapest. So good for Budapest right? I stay right here in this car.”

Her: She understands and gives me the thumbs up. Which I’m now going to use as my universal sign for “I’m not fucked right?”

She was very sweet though, considering here I am the bumbling tourist who can only speak English and I’m traveling alone. And we were both in the same boat yapping to each other in our native tongues not knowing what either of us was saying to each other. It’s a good thing I had a car all to myself.

Speaking of, I’ve never ridden on a train that has like you know those cars with the sliding doors so it’s private if no one is in with you and you can draw the curtains and you know? YOU KNOW? Pretty cool. And I finally had the chance to watch Hangover Pt. II….that’s all I’ll say. It was neither great or horrible…but wasn’t really all satisfying either.

I probably mentioned this in the last post but it has started to get cold here. And most days it’s colder than Toronto. I know, I check the weather network. I saw that I missed the Santa Claus parade in TO…and I don’t care.

The place I’m staying at in Budapest is nice. Own private flat right in the center of the city. Literally in the center. Every 30 seconds the ground rumbles from the subway underneath. I arrived after sundown but from what I can tell Budapest seems nice. And since I’m living in the center until Friday, it will be easy to just walk everywhere and not rely on public transit.

This is my favorite thing at the moment:

Ah, but my week of being graced with company has now come to an end. And I’m back to my old ways, drinking a bottle of wine alone, working on scripts, writing this blog post, and watching Roseanne until sunrise when I can go and discover my surroundings.

I’m not doing any of that miss/don’t miss/questions shit. Hasn’t been enough days between posts.

Cheers,

- B.

PS – If anyone is talking to Tom Henheffer tell him to hurry the fuck up.