OK, I guess I have to be fair...
OK, I guess I have to be fair and warn the fellow travellers of ugly things happening on Slovenian borders. I witnessed this shame when I went to meet up with a Belgian friend in Venice to take him to Ljubljana on the train. When we reached the border, the policeman asked him how much money he had on him. My friend told him he didn't have much cash and that he carried a card. At that, the policeman went crazy, pointing out that the card might be void and all. I jumped in saying that the friend would stay with me and that I could leave my number and all, but the bastard wouldn't give in, claiming that the guy needed this much money (an amount set by himself, as I learned later when I rang the ministry of the interior) to stay in Slovenia for a week. It took lots of nerves and negotiations before he could enter, and left an absolutely bitter taste in my mouth. Mind you, my friend was...






