Domina Grand Media Hotel & Casino Ljubljana

The drive to Ljubljana is a pretty one. We are taking a combination of side roads and highway. An interesting stop along the way was Radovljica with a cute square of painted manor homes. <br><br>One of the harder starting points is how to pronounce the name of this city, Ljubljana. We get close enough to be understood. <br><br>Old town offers a good impression with its cafes lining the river and castle overlooking the town ...

... br><br>For the short term summary, as I said above, being in the western milieu feels good. That is not only because it is my own familiar cultural heritage that it feels good, but it is because we in the west do things to make ourselves feel good; to make improvements in our personal and public lives so that life is more of an easy and pleasurable experience. Or can be. And I don't mean that in a sybaritic way. I mean in--if you will--a ...

... but it was the right bed thankfully. At some stage during the evening, Graeme arrived back from the pub. He was so drunk, he could barely string one word together, let alone two. His t-shirt was covered in garlic, beer and chili sauce from the Kebab he&#8217;d devoured on the way home and I simply had to nod and smile when asked question from him. Had absolutely NO idea what he was saying! Lovely guy though and if you're ...

... bloated our bags already are we didn't buy anything. Back out into the cold we went. We explored the courtyard of the castle as best we could and then we needed another moment out of the cold. I spotted a gallery up some stairs and went up to see if was worth our attention. I waved to the others to come up. When they got there they said 'why have brought us here to a display, all in German, of the life and works of a German writer none of us have heard of ...

... t bother with taking my passport or licence details and says to leave it in the hostel car park when we get back. For all he knows we could just take the car and never bring it back. I have never driven a Citroen before and this example will probably not give me the best impression - I think it's at least 15 years old and goodness knows how many kilometres it's done. So, we plan our first trip that night - an ambitious journey covering 3 countries in 2 days, hoping like hell that our car ...

... to the zoo to cheer myself up. Somehow zoos and ice cream can always do that! Still a bit gutted that I won't have time to do everything I wanted in Budapest but I'm starting to think that city hates me anyways (first the day lost to bed bugs, now this...). Wandered around the zoo for a bit with my ice cream and once I had seen all the animals, I started the walk back to town. On the way I took the leisurely route for a couple hours through a ...

... a great time. Whenever someone passed, he asked for money, a huge and daft grin on his face. When eventually a guy gave him some money, he took it straight up to the accordionists and slipped it into one of their pockets. I think at this point I may have laughed out loud, through the thick layers of burek. What the hell kind of place is this? Happy valley indeed.

... often it seems). Day 8+ I now have a mountain bike to burn around the streets of Ljubljana on. I soon realized that the traffic (mostly the bus drivers) has absolutely no respect for cyclists. They are happy to cut you off and scar the **** out of us. They city has set up some nice Christmas lights around the centre ...

... Bridge in Venice in recognition of the influence it had in this region. And the Cobblers' Bridge, another Pletcnik project, caps off a riverfront walk that is famous for people watching. In Preseren Square, which is the main center of the Slovenian capital, we marveled at how small the town really was. It reminded me of a college town mixed with a state capital as we sat amongst the students underneath the statue of national poet France Preseren. I was impressed that a ...

... as Waterford Crystal. I could see myself passing over startled fish and smooth, opaque stones all the way down. Roman was born in Bovec. He lived for the Soca River. "It is beautful, and it is the only clean river in Slovenia," he laughed. He had no desire to ever leave, except for perhaps a rafting holiday in Canada or New Zealand. But Roman was also finding the new Slovenia tough. "Prices here have doubled in under a year," he complained. "Electricity has gone up three ...