Adventures with Phil: Part 1
Trip Start
Jan 06, 2006
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Trip End
Sep 02, 2008
Ljubljana,
Slovenia
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Although we saw the greater part of the old city in a few hours before we left on a train to Venice, we didn't miss too much. The better times were had going out with the class acts who were also staying at this cave. One of them we had met in Zagreb a few nights before and we caught up to him and his ostentatious wool cardigan of national identity in the hostel. We were in a room of twelve and just about everyone was there: the spaced out Aussie girl, the one-year London resident, the Dutch guy whom no one talks to, a Japanese guy dressed like a cowboy, the thirty some American on a life-journey, the French guy on his way to Nepal by car, the half-drunken Canadian, the cerebral Norwegian, the bags of a guy whom you will never meet, the body that is always unconscious in the corner, and two earnest geeks, one of whom writes a travel "blog."
The half-drunken Canadian told me a whale of a story about waking up in bed with two Croatian chicks and how he was going to take them to dinner in a quarter hour for having taken a piss in their bathroom the night before. They had been a lot for him to handle and he wanted to bring me along for company. It was six thirty.
I left Bro behind in the careful hands of Clem Kev, who we met back in Albania. Everyone shows up in Ljub.
Back to Phil - his main problem had been that when he woke up at two o'clock - I was walking around Lake Bled with Bro at the time - he didn't remember a thing from the previous night. He had been out drinking and he accosted them around five in the morning, and convinced them to take him back to their place. The women told him that he had stayed up chatting with them until ten in the morning (five hours!) before they all passed out. They filled him in on what happened and he was distraught to have spent so much time with these beautiful women and have remembered nothing of it. I can think of little that would be more terrible.
They just had one question for him. "Phil, why is it that the toilet is here," and she used her hands to show the placement of a toilet in front of her, "but you pissed here?" and she used her hands to show where he did the action somewhere to her right.
He was terrified with how he behaved and promised to take them to the "nicest place in town" to make up for it. I said I'd come along, that was, of course, after I stopped laughing.
The restaurant was called "Shtanishchka" - it was written Stanica but only a Slovenian can manage to pronounce it. Philly boy didn't know where it was but we would show the paper on which one of the girls wrote the name to a cab driver, and he could take us there. It was supposed to be well known. We walked five minutes and got into a cab. He driver knew it well, but wouldn't take us there.
"It's only a hundred meters from here" he said.
And the moon is a hundred meters away from the sun. We had interrupted the guy from a game of chess and for whatever reason no one could persuade him to take us there. We walked along further and Phil began asking people on the sidewalk to point us toward it. After asking twenty passers-by, twelve said one way and eight said the exact opposite.
Twenty five minutes later we did eventually find it, and once inside Phil began to look frantically for the women. We left a bit late and although we were supposed to meet them at six thirty, it was now seven pm. The maitre d' spoke no English but rather German, so I asked him if two women had been there and left recently. Phil described them to me and I described them to the maitre d'.
We missed them by five minutes.
Bugger.
to be continued...
