trieste, train fuck up and last port of call

well, triest i have to say is stunning.
spent the majority of 3 days there (though the third was wasted really)
second day of triest i had the fun of finding another bed for the night with my heavy gear on in the sweltering heat of midday.
once sorted tho headed down to the harbor where it seems the whole carnival atmosphere was focused on an event called the trieste challenge, of which a set of boats had to do a major race in one day, and first one back takes all the prize money.
mooched around and saw a few more bands, though they weren't as good as the previous night and supped a few bottles of peroni.
next morning i had to set off for ljubljana and this is where it all went wrong.

after looking on the net, deutsche bahn uk told me i had to go to monfalcone to get the train to ljubljana, but when i got on the train, it took me straight back to trieste.
baffled i jumped off and went to ask the station personel.
they said no the only train that goes is tonight, which was more confusing as the woman i spoke to previously had booked me tickets for the earlier train, and that i'd have to head to monfalcone and wait for the connection.
well i killed the four hours sat in a park with yesterdays 'the times' and a bottle of fanta and went back for the train.
the guy at monfalcone was adamant that the 19.10 budapest train did not go to ljubljana even though i knew it did and said i had to get the 22.47 budapest train, getting me into ljubljana for 2.30 am
after exhausting every non-offensive hand gesture and my limited repetoire of french and german, i'd still got no further and decided to give up before im kicked out of the station.
so i had another 2 hours to kill, but luckily there was a garderoba (cloakroom) to ditch gear in so left my bag and went for a wander.
my trusty ears picked up faint twangs of reggae/ska from quite a way off, so followed them and ended up at a small but lively ska festival, where the main act makako jump were really cool (www.makakojump.net)
well anyways the dam train came straight back to trieste, then onto ljubljana so why the fuck they thought it'd be hilarious for me to travel 20 mins, then wait for four hours in some backend town to get a train right back to where i started i have no clue, but i'd love an explanation.
got in and crashed, woke up to a gorgeous day in slovenia.
been for a wander all round the city and ended up at this "alternative lifestyle" centre called metalkova, which apparently was evacuated during the recent war and taken over by squatters and anarchists, but now hosts a selection of reggae clubs (including the one we ended up in with alesh and egor plus the gorgeous women katje etc) and a fine collection of hairstyles as well as some amazing graffiti art and cool sculptures.
the table next to me were ruthlessly taking the piss out of a couple of tourists wandering around there so the camera was out of the picture (geddit?!) but im sure you can google it if your bothered.
off to a jazz bar tonight, as apparently is a jam night, so should be cool!
only one more night left so need to get making arrangements to get to the airport from here, but home soon :-(
more soon..