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I didn’t piled up on cereal bars, so for once I went ti sat in a bakery to have a proper breakfast: two chocolate croissants and a capuccino. Yum!

I had plenty of time to explore the center of Maribor. It’s so cute and lively, a really lovely town. At some point I sat in a park, and with some glue I just bought, I tried to fixed my sunglasses, breaking the second pair on the other branch in the process. But still, I managed to fix that pair. The first one though was beyond hope, hence I threw them away. I think the issue is that they were just to compacted in the little glasses protection I carry, and in my pocket in general.

In the early afternoon, it was finally time to leave Maribor, and, sadly, with it Slovenia. I was affraid that I would not like Slovenia as much as before after seeing that many countries, some incredibly beautiful, but no. This trip just reaffirmed my unconditional love for tiny cuttie Slovenia. I’ll be back.

Hallo Österreich!

The train was so swift, and I was so inattentive, that I missed the border crossing (Maribor is just a bullet away from Austria.) Dang. Anyway it only took an hour to arrive to Graz, and barely five more minutes to get to the hostel. It’s a shitty A&O Hostel, so basically an hotel with dorms, no lockers, you have to make your own bed, but worst of all, like everywhere in Austria, you need to fill out a stupid form with some personal information. Now making one’s bed in hostel, I can understand (although in the case of a big chain like this, it’s just them giving you the middle finger), but filling those forms… Fuck this, it’s not my job! I always write as bad as I possibly can on those. And I can write really bad.

Anyway, after a nap, I took a tram to the river. Graz has a kind of weird bridge/sitting area/show place/café that, for modern architecture, is actually pretty cool. Unlike the monstrosity that is the Modern Art Museum.

There is a big big hill with monuments on top, and a funicular to get there. Of course, I couldn’t resist. The view from up there was crazyyyy. The walk back down was labyrinthic but so gorgeous too.

I ambled for a bit in the center, before coming back with the tram.

I spent the evening chatting with a British guy who has been in no less than 130 countries! He’s currently on a bike trip to Iran. He’s been everywhere, and he had plenty of good advices.