After one hour of total sleep inside a 24 hour period I find myself on a bus surrounded by small muscular dark skinned men, mostly wearing leather jackets and strong BO. The landscape outside is very Austrian like. Lots of pine forests and the daylight is slowly displacing the pitch black night. Mist and fog is lifting off the fields and and revealing some thatched roofed farm houses. The distant mountains are snow capped and just shining though the still mostly dark and mysterious forests. Earlier I had arrived in total darkness at the little airport near Ljubljana and did as I was told. I looked for the shuttle bus and this one, where the wave of dark men rushed toward even had Ariane (the airline,s name) on it. An hour later I felt I was in some Brothers Grimm nightmare. The landscape continued unending and the little men, now mostly snoring, remained unfazed. Finally I was able to make out roadsigns, and not once did I see the name Ljubljana. 90 minutes had passed and English was not spoken by anyone here. I saw signs of Kempe and Trieste. Trieste!?! Trieste is in Italy. I busied myself with the map in my guidebook and saw that the airport was indeed well away from the city, but 90 minutes? That seemed excessive. Suddenly I saw the sign AUTOSTRATA. WTH? You have got to be kidding, I was in Italy. How in the world did that happen? The bus continues into Trieste and winds its way into the Porto Vecce (Old Harbor). At least I can now understand some of the language. When we finally stopped I realized where I was and what this was all about. There were Turkish trucks everywhere being loaded or ready to go. The little dark skinned guys were Turkish truckdrivers who were flown there to pick up the trucks and drive them back to Turkey. Here I was stranded in Italy, trying to go to Ljubljana. Maddening. But the busdriver did know a few words of English, He was totally blown away by my tale and ended up for 13 Euros taking me back to the border, only 13 km away, on my request, since I figuered out that there must be a train connection to Ljub and there sure was. 20 Euros later, all total, I was on the train back to the capital of Slovenia. I arrived there 1330. Half a day after I was accidentally detoured.