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um português em Berlim

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um português em Berlim

Lost in Slovenia

Filipe B., 10.07.16
At least I got to see this breathtaking view!

So... Iwas in Trieste (Italia), which is really close to Slovenia. Let me justsay this: first I was the Chosen One to a volunteering project in Slovenia… but Iwent dark side and refused it, because I really wanted to go to Italia. Butbeing there so close to this country led me to think that I could escapequickly and do it a visit. So I searched for a bus. 45 min to arrive at Koper(a beach town). 6,60€ andata e ritorno (roundtrip). And I was like “Wow, soeasy! I’m totally going”. I just had to seat my sweet portuguese ass and wait tostep out in Koper. This trip alone, at least, was being completely normal.

But Sleeping Beauty here decided to take a nap in the bus… and being so tired... wokeup three stops later… in Lucija.


I went to talk to the driver and kindly asked if the same bus was goingback. Now imagine. I don’t know a single word in sloveno. He didn’t spoke English…and only knew a really bad italiano, so our conversation was kind of not aconversation and he rudely told me that I had to take a taxi if I wanted to goback.  And I just did my “Do I look rich?”face and stayed there in Lucija... before finishing my trip in Croatia. The thing is… I wasn’t even worried. Because Isaw a map near the stop. But of course… I also saw the sea and decided to totally ignore themap to go put my feet in the freshwater, to do some photos and to take a caffé. Why not? I needed energy. Don’t ask me why but I was completely relaxed, even when I was looking to anHotel outdoor and saying out loud to myself: “Maybe I will have to sleep in the beach tonight,cause I don’t have money to pay for this”. The good part? I go to see 3 different places... paying just for one. Bang bang!


Yes! I woke up like this. [ Lucija ]

But then I had a good idea (sometimes this happens). Maybe this small town had some connection toKoper and so I decided to look back for the map. I saw where the bus stationwas and started walking under the hot hot hot sun. I walked and walked andfinally reached the station. The next bus to Koper was indeed parting… NOW!
Of course no one there knew how to speak english or italiano. But Imanaged to speak and ask the driver for directions. Body gestural language isthe best, believe me!

Headingto Koper, passing by the amaziiiiing town of Izola, I started to think how calm I was… how one year ago (lets say) I wouldbe panicking so much with this. But there I was, laughing alone, writing theadventures on my diary, certain that my Voluntary Service experience taught mea lot about not being afraid. And about being crazy too! 

Slovenia!


And Iarrived to Koper. The next thing would be to search for a bus to go Trieste,but not without walking first around the town. Not without buying a postcardfirst. Not without going to the sea again to refresh myself.
But Iknew that I had to go back to Italia, so in the end I asked a lady to give me directions tothe bus station (because the other bus letft me in the beach). Again the gestural languagewas our idiom. And yeah, I got lost searching for the station, but after awhile I got there… to find the tickets office closed. How the f*ck was Isupposed to buy my ticket ? No ticketmachines. Niente! The desert. 

There was a ladyworking there, but she was working for the trains, not bus. And she couldn’tsell me a ticket. At least this one was speaking fluent italiano and told me totry to buy the ticket online using my phone. The station had wi-fi. But a reallybad wi-fi and so I wasn’t able to anything and after 1 hour of trying I quitand decided to go out waiting for the bus under the red sun.

Maybe I will have to sleep on the floor, but first le me take a seflie [Koper - Slovenia ].
A taxi driver saw methere and started to talk to me in sloveno (HELP!). I said that I was italiano di Trieste(I never taught of me as portuguese in this moments!! It's really scary,believe me!!). And then, trying to speak italiano, he started to scream and shout that for 30€ we wouldtake me there. I refused. I think this one at least was legal, but I’m not 100%sure. And yeah… after a while I started considering that as an option toreturn, even if I would have to sell a kidney for that. 

The bus arrived. Thisdriver was also rude, refusing to sell me the ticket. This one was italiano (Madonna!!!). And I kindly said that like that I would have to sleep on the floor that night... and he just gave me af*ckin ticket. Really?!

Going back to Italia Iwas so happy seeing the views from the top of the mountains that we climbed to crossthe border. The sea so vast and calm. Like me. Me, the luckiest bastard alive.