18 july 2005

Today has had a little more sadness than I would prefer, but I guess there are always days like that. I finally woke up in time for the hotel breakfast, which was bleak and communist and full of isolation: people sitting quietly being served omlettes on empty plates by severe waiters in white button-down shirts and dress pants. There were other people sitting alone but the mood was so pervasively depressing that I didn't approach them. It felt like making small talk in the lobby of hell.

Then my quick trip to the train station lasted two hours in the scorching heat, being sent from line to unmoving line, having hands waved in front of my face whenever someone didn't want to deal with my request.

So I went online for a while to dodge further trip anxiety, returned to the train station, and sat down to have a beer. I realize now that I haven't eaten anything since the omlette of despair, which might be contributing to my moodiness.

In any case I'm going to Bar, Croatia, on the scenic overnight train. Yes, that's right. Scenic. Overnight. And we will see.