Observations on the train journey to Ljubljana

I have arrived, and am on the lovely free WLAN in the lovely hostel, in an apartment of a really old house bang in the centre of town! I will venture forth soon and find fudz, but some fun things from the journey first:

• the Austrians like really odd roofs -- low  round ones, or very, very sharply steep ones; by the same token, there seems to be a fashion for really brightly colourful houses! Wow that blue!
• they offer some strange services -- I saw a sign for 'Self-Sevice Lance Washing' from the train
• ditto, a car dealership called Tuppinger -- I do really not wish to imagine any possible connection between cars and sheep-shagging!
• when we were waiting in Villach to have our carriages connected to the train to Ljubljana (which goes on to Zagreb, which is properly Balkan), my MP3 player changed from 'Gladiator' to 'Chocolat' all of a sudden. I srota did a double-take on that

So, and now I am off roaming the city a bit and finding fudz -- back later, to post daily happiness part 7. But I wouldn't praise the day before the evening...

Eight Days of Happiness, day 7

I may have to add a 9th day. Or a 10th. Ending this meme with a holiday is brilliant.

I really like Ljubljana. One web site called it a 'miniature metropolis', and it really is that. There is one of everything, and you can walk everywhere of importance.

I was really happy today about the most politically incorrect food you can imagine -- and no, I did not have the horse meat. The inn (that was the right word!) offered it, but I decided not to try it, because I suspected I might not be able to eat it after all.

The inn is an ancient place in an impossibly convoluted old house on the other side of the river, underneath the castle, by name of 'Sokol'. It's not medieval, it looks more like something from the time of the 30 years war -- right out of 'Wirtshaus im Spessart', somehow, for those of you that have some German and know the culture a bit. Without the bandits, of course. I only sang about them on my way back to the hostel.

The food: mushroom soup in a bread cup, fried pork chop, and the oddest side dish they had  listed: buckwheat mush. That is fine, boiled buckwheat fried in crispy bacon. OMG the current salad eater culture would have conniption fits about it, but it was incredibly tasty. I told the Nazgul about it, and we already decidded to try and cook it next weekend, when i am back in Munich.

And I tag --- hmmm. I randomly look at the top of my flist and find celticangel76. So, if you see this, Kel: post about something that made you happy, on your journal, for eight days, and tag one other person to do it every day. But only if you want to!