Nomadic journey

Spring came and my travel desire also woke up, despite not so long last traveling in the winter.

I had some money and all I needed is to make a plan where to go. Slovenia was so close but far enough in our heads. It’s a country that was always just to go through on our way to some other destination, it was never a country of destination itself. That’s how we decided to go to Ljubljana.

Hitchhiking was our way of traveling for some time, all we needed is someone to stop but this time no one was stopping. So we went for a coffee in the bar across the street. Marble floor, low light, strange people couldn’t stop us taking first and then second cup of coffee. Caffeine was running through our veins waking our adrenaline and making it strong and fast. We went on the street again and someone stopped.

The guy who was driving was a security guy in a bank. He told us lot of stories about people who were robbing a bank. The funnies and the saddest story was about the one who had a hollow bag and who’s money after robbing a bank was falling on the street all the way home. There’s no need to say that he was caught.

The second driver was a guy who was telling us all about his selling expensive cars, while he was whistling to a girl on a street and leading us for a coffee to his old friend who has a bar. It’s unbelievable what you can hear about human suffering. His father lately died and also her mother and brother.

It’s easy to explain how we ended in those cars, by raising the thumb, but why we ended in pub on the border Bosnia – Croatia, we are still not sure. It’s like you are in parallel universe sitting almost all together with border officers, that’s how it’s closed.

We passed the border and after at least hour of waiting on the sun, man from our region with seven kids and the same number of children’s rooms in Vienna stopped a car and took us to the Zagreb.

The last guy was having an interesting job, and it was to transfer the meet that is very popular in Bosnia called cevapi to a birthday party. Actually, that wasn’t his job but his business partner terribly wanted it on a party. So, instead of finishing in Ljubljana, after inviting us, we decided to go over there on the birthday party of the local famous supermarket chain owner in the Celje Sport airport. Free beer, free food and a big white tent like one for weddings with folk Serbian and Slovenian music that sounded like yodeling, that sounded like we got no clue How did we end up here?!