Took in the Friedensreich Hundertwasser gallery. Hunderwasser is like the Austrian Gaudi. That is he is an artist/architect who was a little nuts. The gallery was designed by Hunderwasser himself who believed that people shouldn’t live on flat floors. It was a wacky building that you’d hate to live in if you were drunk often. He has work all over the world including a public toilet in Kawakawa, New Zealand. He even lived in Aotearoa for long stretches and designed us another flag because he thinks Kiwis are cool people. Tu meke.
The train to Ljubljana was most notable for the high grade egg fart that a local guy dropped in our sealed six seat cabin. For the first time in living memory Runty forgot to shove a dead rat up his arse before breakfast so we were unable to retaliate.
The whole time we were suffering he was talking loudly in the local language on his mobile. We imagined that he was saying something like “Boris, I just did a mean egg fart that is killing these two backpackers in my train cabin. Remind me not to have curried eggs with onion for breakfast again.”
If I hadn’t been choking and holding back the tears I would have thought to take off my sandals. That would have sorted him out.
After a long train to Ljubljana we rewarded ourselves with a quiet beer. Our hostel is an ex-prison in a semi-derelict part of town. The area next to our hostel has a make-shift bar and was packed with young alternative Slovenians. The bar we chose was in a disused room adjoining this area. There was even entertainment in the form of ‘famous’ German alternative musician Felix Kubin. He is a solo artist who would be right at home on bFM’s most alternative shows. His music is performed on at least three keyboards and something that might be the box that made the sound effects for Dr Who in the 70s. Sometimes he sings and sometimes he smacks his head on one of the keyboards as he pumped out great Kubin classics like ‘Get The Fuck Out of My Dreams Donald Duck’. Impressively entertaining stuff. Runty, who has never seen any alternative performance art before in his life said “I really like this but this **** wouldn’t last five minutes in Hamilton before someone punched his lights out and smashed his keyboard”.
Next week: my analysis on why Hamilton isn’t the arts and culture capital of New Zealand.