Gatsby, Babys, Bribes to Slovenia

I was back on the Balklan express charging through the night. The Slovienians, I had met in Belgrade had been such diplomats for the coutnrz that I it would have been bad manners not to visit their country. It was a long night journey and after the German incidence of the dog in the night I was to selfish to share the cabin.

I had an argument with the conducter asking if I could be put alone. I followed him through the carriges, arguing in English and then German. Like the train we were on, he wasnt moving, and I was deperate to be on my own. I had asked at the station how much a first class cabin was, it wasnt expensive but was out of my price range, but I regretted not paying it now. I went back to the cabin, and a young mother entered with her baby.

Next door were a pair of Macedonian Politics students doing a quick tour of the Balklands, they wanted to know why I wasnt coming to Sjkope, eveyone here is proud of there country and wants to show it off. Its a nice touch. I was to busz though, I had seven days to make it to the Baltic states and I was a little bit behind on time. I had met a couch surfer in Belgrade though, who was sorting me out a bed in Krakow.

I setteled down with Gatsby and a bottle of Gin I had brought in Belgrade, it was a long journey and I ways hoping, gin dependant, I could polish off the Great mans rise and demise in a day and a night. It wasnt to be , the baby started crying, the morther started shusshing and I was swiging from the bottle. It wailed on and on and the Jazz age or the booze couldnt distract me. I had, had just about enough of this. I picked up my wallet and went to find the conductor so I could pay him a bribe.