My Forthcoming Book – Extract Four, On A Train Bound For Yugoslavia

As I wait at Gatwick for my flight to Ljubljana, I recall my only other, very brief, visit to Slovenia (then Yugoslavia) in 1987. Needless to say I hope this trip goes more smoothly – I do have an hour delay, but hopefully that is the worst of my troubles! Wilbur.

Wilbur's Travels

To set the scene, I was on my first inter-rail trip in 1987 aged twenty-two with my mate Poll. Three days into the trip, Poll had lost his passport near Munich and had to be issued an emergency one by the British Consulate, designed to get us home by the most direct route. Undeterred, we had carried on to Austria and were now headed for Yugoslavia………

Guard Against Complacency

The border guards entered the train at Spielfieldstraß, the archetypal scruffy little border station. As the guards approached, our hearts were beating hard. Would Poll’s documentation pass?

It was pretty much a paper form, a mug shot of Poll plus a few ink stamps accompanied by the signature of the British consular in Munich.

The guards were in our carriage now and just as they reached us the train started to move. At least they could not throw us off in…

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