Garnerbiker's Journey on planet Earth

This blog started as a trip journal for the summer of 2011 Europe trip of 69 days. My wife Katherine, and I decided to use the entire summer break that teachers get, and go crazy. Everything was new to us. I was surprised at the blog's following. It has now become a tradition to travel on our breaks and blog about it. I write mostly as a journal for myself and students, but also give travel ideas to others that might want to travel like us, or go to the places we have seen. Take a look at what's on here. The experiences that I have had through travel are continuously shaping my life. I recommend you get out there and do it!

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Monday, July 25, 2011

Ljubljana, Slovenia

Ljubljana, Slovenia Day 1

We just had our easiest train travel thus far. After leaving the Funk Lounge Hostel in Zagreb, we hopped on the train to Slovenia. The train only made a few stops and we cruised through the border with agents on the train. The train station here in Ljubljana is dead smack in the middle to town and we found our new place within 15 minutes. The new hostel is actually a dorm for the college. It holds 600 people and our room has 3 beds. This time, we have desks and chairs. There is a running track just outside, and below is a dining hall that serves breakfast for 3 euros extra a person.

Right when we got to town, we headed up the hill to the castle. This place has been around since 1100 and is in great shape. There are even a few restaurants and a cafe up there. The castle is positioned so that it overlooks the town, and with the sun going down, gave us a great view of the city. In the distance you could easily see the Julian Alps with clouds working their way in and out.

As we were getting ready for bed, we noticed some people gathering in the common are room making a ruckus. From the accents and cadence of their voices, we determined that they were British. This went on for a while and preparing to go to bed, I went out for further inspection. What I saw was another round of points for the British. I am not making stereotypes. They are for themselves. So far, I have met one Brit that has not fit the mold and was pleasant to be around. Hopefully there are others. There were about 8 large blokes dressed in super short cut off jeans with plaid shirts rolled up to show off their stomachs. They also had these fake mustaches glued to their lips to boot. Being only 10:30pm, and past hostel quiet hours, I still thought it was early for them to be smashed. Some were, and others were not, but pouring beer into a water boiler and drinking was the way to go. By my observations, it seemed like there was a leader trying to get them out to the bar scene, and the followers just wanted to drink where they were. But then, the real winner came out and was sliding against the wall to stand up. He hobbled over to the couch and plopped down. As this happened, someone put another liter of beer into the water boiler pitcher like thing. They held him down, cut some of his hair for some reason, and poured beer down his throat. He drank for a bit and the rest went all over the floor. Now, in a college, I don't think that this would be allowed in a dorm common room, but being summer, this is allowed? Surely not. We continued to watch from the computer room with the glass door shut in amazement. They were able to get the group mobile and move towards the stairs. I thought this might be funny with the super drunk guy maybe crashing to his death and maybe taking out a few more, but they made it down without a problem. There were too many of them for me as a single dude to tell them to shut up. So, I followed them out and stopped by the desk attendant to fill him in on the upstairs festivities. The sad part is, he had to go upstairs and clean the mess up himself. As we slept the rain was pouring. I can only hope that they got drenched and lost their way back. This is the situation where we lose sleep because they are keeping us up, but when we get up in the morning, they sleep through anything and still get 10 hours of sleep. You just can't win. I wish that I could have snapped a picture of them to do this justice. We were on the lookout for them at breakfast, but only saw one, and he looked like a wreck. Hopefully, this was their only night in Ljubljana, and get to Mykonos or a party place like that. We did notice that there were only dudes, and no girls wanted to be around them. It also amazes me that no one on the entire floor told them to be quiet. This has happened to Katherine and me in national park campgrounds. You know, the camp host is asleep and all Hell is breaking out. They just don't want to deal with it. Maybe in a 600 person dorm there should be some actual security? I have not seen a single guard.

Hopefully the weather gets better and we can head out tomorrow.

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