The train left Venice two hours late, was held up at the Slovenian border for four hours while the remains of the Gestapo tore almost everyone’s baggage apart and questioned us within an inch of our lives. (As it’s now part of the EU, the legendery Slovenian border police have been retired! Yay!)
We arrived in Ljubljana at 11pm in the midst of a lightning storm, had to walk a couple hundred metres in the downpour to reach the station. We had no booking, but the station agent found us a room at the 2 star Park Hotel. It would even get worse before it got better.
And yet… I fell in love with the place and would recommend it to anyone who’d like to venture off the standard European holiday… a millenia of history you can touch and taste, charming architecture in the vibrant old town, renovations and restorations, lingering remnants of the soviet era and possibly the nicest, warmest people in the world. And of course – the dragon.