Party in Postojna
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â€śWelcome to Postjna Skotty!â€ť There was Senad, holding a sign, like a limo driver in the movies. I could hardly believe what I was seeing as I stepped off of the but that had just pulled into the quiet little town. Earlier I sent a text message to Sinad that I would be arriving on the bus from Koper at 1:45, but who could have predicted that I would have my own welcoming committee complete with videographer. Senad's friend Sergio was behind the camera taking home movies of the momentous event! (I have to make mention of the CORRECT pronunciation; Pose-TOY-na)
Sergio and I had a beverage at the bus bar.
After that, we put my things in Senad's Renault, and rushed off to see the world famous caves. Senad didn't take the tour, as he used to work there, and had seen them â€śa thousand times beforeâ€ť so I went on the tour by myself. I wish I could describe how freaking big this cave system was. First of all, an electric train took us 4 km into the cave. We went whizzing by in the freezing cold drippy damp cave at amazing speed. I swear, if I had been only inches taller, I would have had my cranium scraped off as we blazed under sawn-off stelagtite formatins, that had been hewn to make way for the train system. Seriously, Senad told me people are routinely injured on this limb ripper.
the train stopped deep inside the mountain, everyone headed to their
They got put into the English group, and our well qualified guide would conduct his schpeal in English first, then in French. It always amazes me how all many languages you have to speak over here if you want to get along. Especially if you are in the hospitality business.
I emerged from the cave tour and Senad was waiting for me. He spent the hour and a half catching up with former co-workers and friends. I have no doubt he had many, as he is a very friendly and outgoing guy.
on to the castle build into the mouth of yet another cave in the
hillside, a few miles from the first cave.
Now, off to the petrol station, where we put in 10 Euros, or $14. It bought about 2 gallonsof gas, and I'm sure we burned that up.
He took me to a run down and out of business ski hill that reminded me of Parley's Summit, ( Gargoza, as it was called when I was a kid.) A quick hike through the woods, where I was reminded there are still bears, and bear attacks still happen here every year..
we went back to town for some food.
Here's where the night starts to get interesting. It was already about nine o'clock, and for those of you that know me (and that's everyone, why else would I send this to you) I start winding down, and want to go to bed about this time.
But, when in Rome.......
got a call on his cell phone.
We arrived at what looked kind of like a dormitory building. Later I was told the bottom floor was offices, and there were student dorms on the 2 or 3 floors above. We went in to the friends place, and it was just a small room, maybe 14' X 14'. There were 4 or 5 guys already in this smoky little room, with a desk and wardrobe along one wall, and two twin beds, and a small sofa for furniture. No bathroom. No sink. I took a seat on one of the beds.
guys, all in their mid twenties, were busy rolling up cigarettes with
tobacco and another green substance. One guy I was chatting with was
kind of hyper, but very interesting. He seemed very informed, and
wanted to know my opinion on a variety of things.
â€śOh yesâ€ť said the sweaty nervous interesting guy. â€śYou shouldn't leave your computer in the car anyway. It could get stolen. I know, because I'm a junkie. Right now I'm in a methadone treatment plan, but before, I would steal stuff from cars to support my habit.â€ť Imagine all of this with a thick Slovenian accent, which to me sounds a lot like a typical Russian accent in the movies.
stayed at the party pad until after 11:00. â€śLet's go to a bar to
get one drink!!â€ť Someone said. Okay. We all piled in two cars and
went to a local club.
We got to his apartment. Actually I think it was his mother's apartment. She was still up and watching TV in here room so Senad knocked and introduced me. His mother Ana, seemed very nice, but it was a bit awkward saying hello at almost 1:AM, and she was in her bed.
A bit later, Senad's phone rang. A short conversation ensued, and Senad said â€śDo you mind if some friends come over?â€ť Shit, it was 1:AM.
friend came over with a girl.
Somewhere, halfway through the movie, I fell asleep. Sometime later, the guy friend left, and finally, about 4:30AM the other friend left. The only time I ever stay up this late is if we are shooting nights, and it ain't easy for me.
next morning I woke up about 8:30. I cold hear Ana rattling around
in the kitchen. I got up and said Good morning to her. I'm sure she
said good morning back, but it was in Slovene, so I really can't be
mentioned to me that he was not a morning person. True. He slept
until 10:30 He has a job as a waiter, so usually works late, and had
to go in to work this day at 11:00. I had a train at 11:30, so it
worked out well. We finally left a few minutes before 11:00, and he
dropped me at the train station and helped me buy a ticket to
Maribor, in the Eastern part of Slovenia.
The train ride to Maribor was spectacular, but this will have to be part of the next blog, and I have to go now and catch another train now.