I’m sitting in a hostel common room right now with about fifteen 14year old boys. The only thing worse than fourteen year old boys is probably fourteen year old girls. They’re some sort of soccer team or something Before this I thought I knew what loud was…. Oh, now I truly know. There is some terrible guitar playing and singing, video games and typical boy stuff. I think the one singing is making up songs trying to get me out of here… Yes, I am the only other person in here besides them. On principal I’m staying!!!! I actually think he might be making up songs *about* me, but I can’t be sure, it’s a mixture of Croatian and English. Whatever the case, it’s all bad. He’s clearly the ring leader of the group.
So, I’m now in Zagreb. I haven’t really seen much, I’m staying in a hostel about 20 minutes away from downtown, so I’ll go explore tomorrow. I’m just catching up on some emails and blogging tonight. And relaxing in the midst of adolescence in progress. The ringleader has been asked to stop playing the guitar thank god, and he is now pulling his shorts down to show the crack of his a*s. Now just might be my time to leave. Help…
As I’m getting up to leave, ringleader boy starts singing the part of the song I understood, the chicken and the cow, the cow and the chicken. No idea what that’s supposed to mean, but I just whipped around and stared right at him (since he was staring right at me) and said one word. “Manners.” He didn’t get it so one of the friends told him and they kind of snickered but looked surprised that I said anything. Little sh*ts.
Today was a pretty quiet day. I hung around in Ljubljana until 2:00 when my train left for Zagreb. I had a very unpleasant interchange with my hostel before I left as well. They take a 20 euro key deposit that they return when you check out. I asked for it as I was leaving, and they said that they’d already given it back the day before, the girl had written it down. I said no, I never received it, and why would I when I hadn’t checked out yet? There was a lot of confusion at this hostel. No one seemed to have a clue what they were doing and it was a gong show up to now as it was… I wasn’t going to let them cheat me out of my 20 euro so I held my ground and got it back. I am not enjoying the hostel experience at all, even when I have my own room! It’s no cheaper than the small hotels I’ve been staying in and not nearly as nice as most of them. Not to mention SOOOOO much louder.
So, since I did nothing today, I’ll just mention a few things I noticed about Slovenia.
-There are a remarkably large number of women who dye their hair what I’ll call “Raggedy Anne Red.” It’s a really vibrant unnatural colour, sort of Pippi Longstocking-esque.
-Peanuts are hard to find! Cashews and hazelnuts seem to be the thing, but if I can’t have peanut butter, I need my peanuts…
-This is more about Europe in general… the message “SMOKING KILLS” has not gotten through to the European market. Oh my god, it seems like 70% of the population smokes! Coming from the uber healthy, yoga, organic foods Vancouver, it’s rather shocking. I know next to no one who smokes at home, and the few who do makes excuses that they know it’s bad for them and they should quit etc. I don’t think those conversations happen very much over here. It’s just a way of life.
– The younger people in Slovenia speak English. Most of the older people don’t.