There was a college aged Croatian, an elderly gentleman and
me seated in the six-seat compartment on the train. It looked like a safe place
to put in my headphones, close my eyes and take a quick nap on my way to
Ljubljana. Apparently, I should have focused on closing my eyes a little more…
I was seated with my left arm resting on the closed glass
enclosure to our compartment and my head gently positioned on the right
headrest. When I heard a significant and consistent commotion occurring between
the window on my right and me, I opened my eyes (MISTAKE!) and was welcomed
back to civilization by the older gentlemen facing out the window wearing
nothing but his underwear! Immediately my head shot back as my eyes fired at
the other guy in the compartment. I was greeted with the non-verbal, but
universally translated “I have no idea what is going on!” look. Thankfully, the
older gentlemen put new shorts and a shirt on and the train proceeded onward.
Good thing, I am pretty sure the border patrol expects you to be clothed when
they check your passport.
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