When the conductor comes around for tickets on the train to Ljubljana, he informs me that I'm on the wrong end of the train so I go walking toward the rear. One thing about this trip is that while I'm traveling by myself, I am never, ever, alone. The train is packed and trekking through the six cars to get to the right part of the train is like working your way through a NYC subway car during rush hour and everyone has a briefcase the size of a refrigerator. After maneuvering around people that are standing in the aisles and shoulder to shoulder in the cafe car, squeezing by folks riding on folding seats on the side of the train, being whacked by falling over luggage and climbing over backpacks, sleeping teenagers, camping gear and a snare drum, I score a first class cabin to myself with this view (which my iPhone camera only does partial justice). Not bad...not bad.
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