Haseeb Qureshi

Ljubljana and Bled, Slovenia

Yesterday morning I just left Ljubljana, where I was living for over a week. It has probably been my favorite city thus far. The people there are so friendly, the food is so great, the pace of life is just so relaxed and wonderful… There’s so much I could say about this place. But for once I’ll let the photos do the talking.

The hostel I was staying in, Hostel Celica, is a landmark of Metelkova. Metelkova used to be a military barracks during the war, and Celica was its prison. It has since been renovated by Slovenian artists, every cell containing a different design. This is the cell I slept in for several nights.

Metelkova is actually officially recognized a commune, separate from the city of Ljubljana. It is a haven for artists, punk rockers, and all elements of the alternative scene. This was a sculpture above a popular bar in the center of Metelkova.

Some amusing graffiti in Metelkova

An interesting graffiti piece on the opposite wall

Steps to Ljubljana Castle

Benches overlooking the city of Ljubljana

Walkways through the hill

A fountain in the center of old town

Some buildings in old town

The famous Ljubljana dragon. Ljubljana is believed to be where Jason (of Greek mythology) slayed the dragon, hence its being the symbol of Ljubljana

This was taken in the town of Bled. It is without a doubt the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. I was only able to stay one night, but I will return here someday.

This is Lake Bled which is in the center of the town, surrounded by hills on all sides. There is a long trail which wraps around the entire lake. It’s simply breathtaking.

Boats overlooking the moonlight

Link to the album

But yesterday morning I left Ljubljana. Today I just arrived in a town called Albi in the south of France. From there, my two hosts picked me up and drove me out to a little house in the countryside. In exchange for a room and three meals a day, I will be working on their farm for the next three weeks.

This is something I’ve been thinking about for a while, but a couple of weeks ago I decided to give it a try. I’ve never worked a real job before – I’ve been playing poker professionally since I was 16 – and I’ve never lived out in the country. The nearest village is 10 kilometers away; the farm itself is over 50 acres. Over the next few weeks I imagine I will have a lot of time to reflect, to sweat, to write, and hopefully to brush up on some French while I’m at it.

It is quiet here.

I will write more – probably a lot more – about it next time. For now, I need to sleep… breakfast is at 8AM tomorrow morning. Grumble.

  • greetings from slovenia! =)

    hope u catched some sun here! =)

  • Seems like a crazy life, my friend. Do tell how that life goes, I feel as if it’s back to the basic needs of food, shelter and clothing.

    We as humans put too much unnecessary stress into our lives…