I shiver slightly in the back seat of the taxi, glad to be out of the cold wind that is blowing around Ljubljana. The car sped away from the traffic-light controlled junction as the driver proceeded to interrogate me about my stay.
He spends a good ten minutes trying to convince me that public transport is rubbish in the city and I really should call a taxi whenever I want to get around and here is his business card and I can call him whenever I want and if he won’t answer then his brother will and this is a cheap way of getting around as it is a small place and they would be happy to do so.
I accept the card but only because I want him to shut up.
“These new buses are very – erm, how you say? Bad! – They are very bad,” he says solemnly. His English is not perfect but he is clear and his ranting continues.
“They were ordered by the city to have the air conditioning because in the summer in Ljubljana it is very hot. So the windows, they cannot open because then the cold air will go out. In summer the buses are okay.
“In winter, the drivers discover that they cannot switch it off, the air conditioner,” he adds, looking at me to make sure I am paying attention.
“So now, when you go on the bus, you feel cold. The – erm, how you say? holes! – The holes of the air conditioner are near the glass of the window so when you are on the bus, you do not feel hot in winter and you also have the air conditioner making you colder.
“This is very bad for tourist. If I was tourist I would not want – erm, how you say? Fart! – I would not want the air conditioner to fart cold wind into my ear.”
I’d hate having cold wind farted into my ear too.