I have an ambivalent relationship with borders. That is, I like borders that say ‘these people provide public services in this area, while those people provide them in that area’ but I dislike just about all other meanings. I hate borders that say ‘this area is only for this ethic, linguistic or religious group’, especially those that carry the meaning of everyone else being untermensch. We are all human and hence very fallible, so there is no logical basis for this type of border. Perhaps because of this relationship, I like to visit border triple-points. The triple-point between Austria, Slovenia and Italy is uphill from the village of Arnoldstein.

So we took a train to Arnoldstein from the very new Klagenfurt West Bahnhof, had some lunch and then took a bus to the foot of the chairlift to the triple point. I’d assumed it would be a cable car so I wouldn’t be able to how far the fall might be, but in reality you need to sit on a wee seat with your legs dangling in the air. I wimped out of this (Elly would have done it), and neither of us had suitable footwear for the hike up to the triple-point. So I think I wasted today. Cyclemeter shows our return to Arnoldstein and our return to Klagenfurt West.