Once in Ljubljana we realize that it looks better in our guidebook than it does in the real life.
A bunch of streets clustered beneath the castle save the city from being an unattractive destination.
Leaving the bus station our steps lead us to prison, we have to spend two nights!!.
Luckily for us Ljubljana's old prison has been turned into a nice a curious youth hostel where pay can taste what it feels like sleeping in jail.
After all we don't enjoy our convicted status and feeling the pull of the mountains,we take a bus to Bled where mountains, a floating church and the clanging colours of the Autumn await us.
In Bled the Julian alps tell us that we are a bit far away from the original Marco Polo's route, but hey! we have to follow our own!.
We try our lick showing our thumb without flashing any hairy leg and we manage to cath a ride to the feet of mount Vogar where we hike just enough to dust off our boots
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