We have been wearing our Russian hats all the time and getting some strange reactions.The hats are not as common here as in Belgrade (Serbia), or Zagreb(Croatia). We realized that the hats are typical of the Croatian or Serbian regions and that's why the Slovenians are giving us strange looks.
We went to the Ljubljana train station to catch the train to Austria and were told the wrong platform. Not knowing this we boarded the train which was bursting with people, all with a million bags and parcels. We managed to squeeze into seats. But here a ticket doesn't automatically allow you to sit, you have to pay extra. So we were squeezed onto our seats, between scruffy rough men and fat farmer's wife type women, when the conductor came and checked our tickets. He spoke no English, and was telling us gruffly to get up off the seats, we argued back, which he obviously couldn't understand, and eventually, with the whole village bearing down on us, we moved into the corridor. I was so pissed off, I went up to the conductor, blew him a sarcastic kiss right in his face, gave him a big smile and then let rip at the top of my voice, with added hand gestures, explaining he should be more polite. At the height of my performance we pulled into a station, and we realized, in slow motion, that we were going in the wrong direction, and that is what he was trying to tell us, not to move seats. Poor man, I think I really scared him. So battling to manoeuvre our backpacks we disembarked, once again in Zagreb.
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