More travel nightmares!
Trip Start Nov 05, 2006
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On to the ticket office to buy my ticket to Maribor, I stumped up my 113 kuna and set about spending the rest of the kuna I had on me (which amounted to about £3 worth, if that). I bought a couple of postcards, a stamp, a doughnut, 2 large bars of chocolate - actually that's quite a lot isn't it? In between buying the ticket and heading towards the platform 15 minutes later, somehow my ticket disappeared. As the next train was 2 hours away, I was keen to get that particular train which stood tantalisingly close on platform 4. Luckily for me, the guard on duty felt sorry for me after I poured out my sob story with minutes to spare. He let me ride without paying extra, which was really decent of him, especially as I had just spent my last kuna.
Passport control stamp your passport on the way out of Croatia as well, double the stamps for your money, and as a bonus, as soon as we entered Slovenia, I persuaded the Slovenian passport guard to give me a Slovenian stamp as well. He was most obliging, even asking me which page I wanted him to stamp! My lucky streak ended when the Slovenian ticket inspector wanted to see my ticket, I explained the story and she 'kindly' let me pay €7 for another ticket. Thanks lady.
Having to change at Zidani Most, I had to buy another ticket to get to Maribor, this trip ended up costing me over double the amount I paid for my original ticket - moral of the story is don't lose any ticket, ever!
We had to change to a bus halfway through the journey, haha I guess engineering works don't just apply to UK transport! This bus trip was very scenic, we drove through valleys past rolling hills and it was quite spectacular even if we did seem about to plunge off the edge of the road at any given moment.
I ended up arriving in Maribor a good 2 hours over schedule, which turned out for the best as even though Maribor is the second largest city in Slovenia, it can be seen within 3 hours on foot. There are no sights to speak of other than the dubious claim to fame of having the oldest grapevine in the world. Apparently you can go skiing in winter, but in these in-betweeny months, why is there very little to do anywhere?
The owner of the hostel I'm staying at just asked me if I want to go clubbing with her - she's at least 50 and I'm a bit scared. Also the club she's going to is called the KGB. V dodgy. I am imagining a club with loads of old men so will give that a miss and chat to my new Mexican friend Omar instead.