Destination Slovenia!

Trip Start Jun 07, 2009
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Trip End Sep 06, 2009


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Friday, July 17, 2009

After saying a sad goodbye to Alison at the tube station I made my way to Stansted airport. My flight was at 2pm and this was the first time I'd flown with Easy Jet. After seeing all the airport TV shows at home, I wanted to make sure I allowed myself plenty of time so I wouldn't become one of the featured stories. I arrived at the check in counter one hour and 45 minutes prior to my departure time. After waiting in line for 20 minutes, I was next in line - after six English girls with suitcases I could have easily packed myself and my clothes in. From what I gathered from their conversation, they were heading somewhere hot and sunny for a week. They proceeded to spend 20 minutes getting checked in and arguing with the check in chick about the fact that she was going to charge them 45 pounds in excess baggage. I looked down at my measly 16kg bag that I was living on for three months and wondered what on earth they'd packed for a week at the beach that could weigh more than 20kg each. Fortunately the check in chick advised that they take their argument to another counter which freed it up for me to proceed with my 30 second check in.

By the time I got through customs my flight was on it's final call so the lunch stop I'd been hoping to make somewhere was cruelly robbed from me as I dashed to the train that transferred me to my gate. I got on the plane in time to get a window seat and we sat there for another 30 minutes while everyone else got on - clearly not as stressed as I'd been about missing the flight.

Flying into Slovenia was quite spectacular. The Alps seemed almost close enough to touch and the forests and small villages dotted around the place looked really beautiful. Suddenly I was ridiculously excited to be arriving somewhere I've always dreamed of coming to. I couldn't get off the plane quickly enough. Flew through customs then waited 40 minutes for the bus that would take me into the city of Ljubljana. The scenery on the bus ride was just as enjoyable as it had been flying into the country. We passed through small villages - cute white houses with red roofs and red, white and pink geraniums spilling out of the window boxes. Fields of corn, sunflowers and wheat were everywhere and beautiful green and black domed churches popped up every now and then amongst the countryside.

I found my way quite easily to the hostel and was surprised at how hot it was, especially compared to the wintry weather I'd just come from. The hostel is in the old town and just down the road from the famous Dragon Bridge. I wandered around for a little while, checking out my new surroundings. Grabbed an amazing kebab for dinner and sat in the main square watching the world (and the many tourists) pass by. One minute I was totally content and happy then, not really sure why, but I started to feel a little overwhelmed realising there was no one speaking English around me. Even the tourists were foreign. After a while I decided to head home for an early in night in anticipation of Sam's arrival the next day.
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