Be freeeee with your love, be freeeeee with you’re love
[repeat these lyrics mindlessly to the worst tune ever played and you’ll have some idea of what I’m being subjected to by Radio Slovenia International.]
I did it again, I avoided writing until I had so much to write that it became difficult and something to avoid. However, I have tea, 2 hours free and I’m gonna face up to these Blogging responsibilities like a real man!
Actually, I haven’t thought of anything to write so, starting with today I’m gonna ramble backwards in time and type anything interesting that comes up – let’s see if it works.
Today is Wednesday and therefore one of the only day’s I don’t have to rise at 5.45am however, I did rise at 8.30ish – because bodies are annoying like that. So, I went swimming (1 whole mile), battled the BTC city until I had a new pair of (Slovene made) walking boots (for Slovene mountains) and then went for lunch with Christophe. Actually, for those who are curious about the food in Slovenia (that’s most people who I speak to) this provides a good opportunity for me to explain. Ljubljana is covered in fantastic restaurants, Gostilnas and Pizzerias. The food is always home made, always fresh, always cheap and almost always better than the average pub food experienced in England. Now, I’m not gonna bash the Great British cuisine cos we all know that some of it’s good but, to get any good food at home you have to pay – and pay a lot. Here, with a little insider knowledge and a bit of luck you can eat home made soup, stuffed peppers with mashed potato (covered in some nice sauce) a salad, an ice tea and an espresso – all for 10 Euros and 5 cent, about £6. So I regularly do.
OK, that’s food covered and today over.
A Saturday night to remember, to forget and not to be repeated
The latter half of Saturday night provides a perfect opportunity to document exactly how well I can screw my life up in 8 hours, after 8 beers.
It goes something like this…
…goes out with Slivia, Danielle and Christophe for one of those fantastic and cheap meals mentioned above.
…meets Dave, Dave and Tom and has his arm twisted into a night on the town.
…makes many mistakes
…gets escorted from Global for sitting on a table (yes I was only sitting on a table)
…gets punched in the left ear by the nice bouncer. A kinda good night kiss
…wakes up with a hangover and goes to play cricket (still can’t hear)
…single handily looses the first game by bowling 6 ‘wides’ in one over giving away 12 runs (we lost by 1 run) and thus upsets his Slovene team mates.
…spends 3 days smoothing out the dents in his eternal optimism and trying to right his wrongs.
…can almost hear again in his left ear.
Note to self: Don’t do that again.
Friday and Saturday (until it went wrong) – Road tripping again.
Friday and Saturday were far better than the rest of the week as we hit the road again and ended up in Gorizia (Italy) via a stunning little village called Stanjel in the North West Karst region of Slovenia. For those who don’t know, Gorizia is the border town where Danielle lives, Silvia et al went to University and I visited to celebrate the accession of Slovenia to the EU. It’s also the setting of Ernest Hemmingway’s ‘A Farewell to Arms’ which I finally finished last week.
I was super happy to learn that both Daniele and Silvia were in town and we all met for coffee and talking in the now familiar Theatre Bar. The coffee, talking and fun was repeated Slovene style on Saturday when Silvia and Daniele repaid the compliment and came to Ljubljana. It’s been 3.5 years since I met Silvia here and I’m very lucky to have done so.
The weeks before
I think they were pretty normal except that I finished a few classes. One took me for a beer and the other presented me with a small Jug ‘for memory’.
Oh, how could I forget, we also took another road trip and pilgrimage to Lasko – the home town of Lasko Pivo, the beer that was to be my downfall last weekend. We took an incredible 4.5 hours to travel the mighty 80km distance, however we were rewarded with a fantastic lunch and a good laugh at the unfortunately named villages of ‘Kum’ ‘Mali Kum’ (Little Kum) and the amusing Sola Podkum (School under kum). I will never forget Christophe singing “Oooooooh I need a dirty woman” in his French accent.
And everything else
:: I love being called Professor but I really don’t deserve the title.
:: I had my first Slovene lesson last week and I’ve been making Slovene’s laugh at me ever since.
:: I’m going to Norway on the 27th June and then home from the 1st until the 7th July.
:: I have wasted too much time on Facebook.
Like the rest of us, I’m wonder where my bro Pete is?
:: I had a lesson the other day which started with me fielding questions on, and drawing ‘spotted dick’ on the board, and ended with one of the ministers admitting he had a mirror on his bedroom ceiling. The rest of the class now call him the ‘Pink Panther’ which is funny but odd.
:: I forgot to write about Dolenska, but you can see the pictures
Oh, and Jaimie has his own account of our day tripping HERE.
PS. Thanks to Christophe who took some of these photos.