Day on the train. Drinking, snacking and talking rubbish. Met an interesting character. Originally from Bosnia. But now lived in the states and had an Murican family. Which made it very odd he used the N word. Made even worse by the way he said it. Stunned all 3 of us. Only thing me and sassy could think to do was get out the chips and dip. Which worked very well. Tortilla chips with a horse radish cream cheese dip. Exceptional food. Really pulled that out of the bag. Lidl was a little treat to found. Old mate was slightly racist or probably very but he did insist constantly buying us beers. So we got nicely toasted on the train. Then we decided to kick it up a notch by trying to make a didn’t in the 3 litres of red wine we brought with us. Which obviously led to us talking absolute shit on the train. People moving cause of this stuff, shit was so dry it was like a dry finger. Anal related. Everybody is thinking about a dry finger. Seeping into the dreams. Definitely should hasten your liquor consumption. We arrive get to the hostel. I sneak in my old one and sassy goes somewhere else. Meet back up for happy hour at Retox. Get very sloppy drunk there as always. Its a mad house. Some reason they take us to an arcade. Me and this girl fuck off cause we’re not 12. Get some darts and beers at a shop. Starts hitting on me. But then cause I’m an idiot and awful with names she fucks off cause I couldn’t remember hers. My bad but fuck it. Just to another bar and get fucked up. Perfectly being a drunken mess. The usual me in Budapest.
Searching for a gorge in the middle of no where. Slippery as a squirting cunt. Water was clear as day. Did fancy a swim. Shame that is cold as. Pretty devastating. But still lovely to look at for a while. Lovely little water fall. So still and clear, exquisite. Was a nice stroll there and back. Walking through little villages, farms and forests to get to the place. Not the best idea to do it slightly hung-over/drunk and in loafers. Which are now ruined from the rain and mud and snow. Fucked it. They not built for this shit. The village was odd. Not a single shop or pub. How can you not have a local. Only one crappy restaurant which was expensive as fuck. But nice to see some nature again, do get tired of the cities. Need to be able to walk around in woods sometimes. Back to hostel to get a cook on. Pasta. Got the veggies on the go, for a bit of health again. Messed up forgot the shops shut at 5. No alcohol to be found. Luckily old mate that owns the hostel also owns a bar. Takes us down the road to his pub. All closed down due to reservations. Down into the basement of the place to the storage. Starts pull out bottle after bottle. Beer, cider, wine, liquor. Passing out at the diner table and then the common couch. Having to taken to bed by another guest. Irish guy, bit odd put nice enough. Mixing alcohol always fucks you up.
Venturing to the natural beauty of the lakes. Lake bled is our destination. Hour or so on the bus. But first we got to get supplies for the next couple days. We discovered an Aldi which as always is cheap as fuck. It is called Hofer though. Other than that exactly the same. Cheap as fuck and good products. Pasta and health is the aim of the shopping run. Fuck loads of veggies and some pasta. Strolling round Hofer still slightly drunk and sleep deprived. Carrying my giant ass backpack. And a big fucking basket of food. Sweatin like a cunt. The big ass debate of should we get 10litre sack of goon or just be sensible and get a smaller bottle of wine. In the end oddly for us the small bottle is ours. Which was a bad idea in the end cause obviously we run out and need a lot more. Fucked it up. But never mind being a grown-up means you got figure stuff out for yourself. Which sucks dick. But any-who. Get to the bus station, return tickets which is a new one for me. Some pastries on the bus to help us out. Definitely should of brought some water along for the journey. Only an hour we can manage. Love views of the mountains along the bus ride, its a crazy beautiful country. Still snow on the mountains from the last couple weeks. Do fucking love snow. Even though I’m not rocking the best footwear for it. Loafers don’t give the best traction in snowy conditions. Met another Aussie cunt that was down for a mooch around the lake. Fucking beautiful view. Like 5km walk around the lake. And the lake is frozen over, we missed the real frozen though last week everyone was walking and ice skating on it. Which would of been skitz to do but now its just a little to thin to be safe. But still looks crazy as fuck. Aussie mate did a little walk and moonwalk on the ice. Took some ridiculous pictures for him. They’re madness the ice looked crazy, kept trying to break it along the way but no joy. Shit was too thick. Explore an odd abandon building walking round not actually finding shit. Having to walk on the biggest boards so we don’t fall through the ceiling. Shit was a bit sketchy. Fucking crazy views off the lake and mountains. Avoiding the nails and glass leaving the place. Slowly walking back to the hostel. Picking up some stuff at the supermarket on the way back. Soup and wine for the evening. Forgetting how big of alcoholics we are. Running out of booze. So we had to go to the bar down stairs to get a couple beers. Getting a free round cause some fuckers want to play poker. Great deal. Canny complain with that. Just move tables and get a free beverage. Back to the hostel talk some shit to people then hit the hay. Interesting night. But nothing special. Just another drunken adventure in a hostel.
Ljubljana continues. Off to a different hostel. Lovely city by day. Super hipster though. Not bad. But just hipster. Castle up on the hill. Sweet ass river running through the city. Get to the new hostel and its way better than the previous one. Oddly full with medical students. That are on Erasmus. Weirdly they’re not down for drinking a lot. Sassy and I can always change someone’s mind. We get them slammin. Talking shit to foreigners. Confusing the shit out of them with the weird crap we talking. Them actually asking us to translate our English cause its that bad. Probably doesn’t help that we talk absolute nonsense most of the time. Why we talking about space exploration, Sasquatch’s and other life forms. Understandable why they freak out. Meant to go to a festival or at least go out but fuck insomnia hit me hard. Started falling asleep midway through sentences. So sleeps it is.
The art of leaving a city when you miss the only bus. Head to the bar for wifi. And other important things. Beers and Pom Frittes. Witness a kiwi dying from a hangover. The real struggle begins for him. After the liquid breakfast has settled, he is functioning and we realise that we can just catch a train to Ljubljana. Night trains hoping for decent seats. Back to the pub for some more drinks and Burek. Pizza Burek is a treat. Not my fav. Can’t beat the classic spinach and cheese. Couple more beers and some darts. Having to half inch darts from confused Croatians. Getting a bit loose and a bit northern English confusing them with my language. Lovely lass, pretty as could be. Lent me some baci and then told me about Slovenia. How cool Ljubljana is. Fair play she wasn’t wrong. After the last round of beers, we head off to the station. Slightly wobbly legged but happy. Bun another dart. Find the train and climb aboard. Slip into first class and hope we don’t get kicked out. Sipping vodka and juice in the carriage. The hand written train ticket helped us get away with being in first class. First class living. After the voddy a little nap before we arrive. Ljubljana at night. Wandering round trying to find a hostel. Found one at last but its not 24hour reception. Upstairs to the kitchen. Maybe just get a couple hours sleep there. On 3 fucking wooden chairs not comfy but better than nothing. Then it got weird. Fucking weird guy comes in and just stares at us sleeping. Doesn’t say anything. Just stares. Freaks sassy out so we leave. The fucker continues to stare at us the entire time we are leaving and also out the window. Odd cunt. Probably took us to his rape dungeon. Trekking round Ljubljana in middle of the night whilst its pissing down. Finally find another place and the cunt tries to scam us 16€ a night each. Blow it out your ass. Get him down to 11€ which is shit but manageable. Get to the room, the joys of having to make your own bed. Fuck that just lay on the sheets. Don’t need covers. Uhh fuck its hot. Need to crack a window.
The drunks at the opera. Find a bar to get wifi and a beer obviously. Try to get our shit together in the hour we have. At least managed to get a place to meet Katy (sassy’s friend also opera ticket lady). But cause of the people we are, we are at least an hour late. So have to find them again. Finally do and bid farewell to Ivana, who’s been a great host. Unfortunately she and her roommate couldn’t join us for the show. We sit, we drink. Sassy catches up with old friends. I chat shit to new people. Alcohol is flowing but apparently for an opera its wise to not be drunk. Odd cause I assumed the opposite. Never-mind always follow your head. Fucking insomnia, writing at 6am. Definitely should still be asleep. But anyway we get to the place, its pissing with rain. We are all dressed to the nines. Or as much as or traveller luggage allows. Slight queue for the tickets. Until Katy pulls out the assistant director card and then bang we’re in. As always seats as uncomfortable as fuck. Watching mainly men, still slightly sexist country, sing at you in a language you don’t know is an experience. Not realised how much I twitch if I have to sit still. Seen as I’ve not had to be still for a year or so. 3 hours of ticks. Delightful. But the performance was good. We had the run down before so knew what was actually happening. Annoying kids sat next to us. Phone went off midway through, that’s just rude. Like the one of the only things I know about opera is that it’s a fuck load of singing and you switch your phone off. Anyway fuck left her umbrella so I gladly acquired it. It was pissing down. Oddly the male performers got wine whilst the women only got a rose. Id be pissed if I only got a rose. Quick walk around the opera house to look at the finer details and some customary selfies to commemorate the evening. Then to the bar to celebrate and to get loose. So we did as the Italians would and got a bottle of vino. Cheapest though we’re not to fancy. Also only one wine. Then back to the cheap ass beer. Mini bar crawl around Rijeka. Lost the piercing which is a piss take. Luckily Katy had a spare one.
A day of nothingness. A super relaxed one. Comfort is the highest need. After the antics of last night. Need to mong out and do nothing. Some how I stole a pouch of baci. Not sure when this happened or why I ended up with it. Mystery. No filters so no rollies for me today. Making lunch at 13.00, finally getting to eat it at 18.00. Peas just not cooking. Smashing pop corn as a pre-meal snack. Also breads and a quality range of spreads go down exceptionally as we wait for the food to be ready. Finally food is up, rice and veggies. Looked like prison food but tasted exceptionally. Now all that was left to do was relax and drink tea. Debating whether or not we should consume some wine. Decided against it. The loose leaved urinary tract tea, is a sentence to behold and also craziest liquid we had that night. A day of no alcohol, they a few and far between but always nice. Falling asleep to Disney movies cause I’m a child. Nice way to end a day of nothingness.