I’ve been told it’s pretty wonderful, so I pack a small overnight bag, sling my guitar across the shoulders and make my way up to Lake Bled.  Bled is a small town about an hours drive from Ljubljana, but I’m not in a hitching mood and the bus is only seven euro.   It makes …

Since I managed to get to Ljubljana before midday, it’s actually taken me about two hours to see it, which means I’m free to attempt some busking in the late afternoon.  It’s yet another glorious day and this has got to be one of the prettiest capital cities I’ve ever been to.  It has a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it …

The road looks inviting coming off the back of my weekend busk success.  It’s not going to make me a millionaire by any stretch of the imagination, but it’ll certainly take the edge off hostel beds, food and nights out.  The sun is shining and it’s a hop, skip and a jump to Slovenia’s capital.  High …

Since I’m not in the UK and I’m lugging my guitar about with me, I think it’s about time I tried to make some money with it.  I’ve tried busking once before, after a particularly (and usual) bad fight with my ex, I thought the fear of it would take my mind of things.  I …

I’m standing on a grass verge by a roundabout with a sign for Maribor and a frightened look on my face.  There’s been a few moments so far when I’ve stared idiocy and insanity in the eyes and said; “I need you in my life.”  Before I arrived at this spot, I’d checked hitchwiki to discover …