Thursday, my how the time flies - will be two weeks on the road in a couple of days. Not that it’s all been on the road, there’s been air, water and rail as well.
Had a great breakfast served up by Damian and we decided to head off to the Vintgar Gorge in the Triglav national park. Our host kindly helped us drop our bags off at the bus station and then took us out to the gorge so we only had the 3km walk back to do. What a character, a wizened little man with grey whiskers and a little sign-song going on in his head all the time (a little, “hm, ho, he, hum”). Always chattering and giving us the available options (for dinner, transport, walks etc.) and asking if we are satisfied and to do what we want and he will help. His son has spent some time in Australia traveling around so he has a soft spot for Aussies. Lots of things to say about Slovenia and it’s history and how the small country can be very proud of itself. The village where we were is close by to the town where the national poet Preseren was born. This guy had a troubled life and after falling in love with ‘Julia’ (who didn’t return the affection and according to Damian was ugly!) became depressed, wrote some great poetry and slowly became ill and died.
The gorge was amazing, a beautiful walk along the water’s edge on either wooden walkway or a gravel path and there simple wooden bridges crossing the torrent every now and then. The water was pristine and clear and you could see the trout swimming in the shadows of overhanging trees. The weather was overcast (threatening to rain) so it was dark in the gorge and there was a mist due to the spray of water over the rocks. It was a 30 minute walk to the waterfall at the end and we met a few busloads of people on the way back (school groups of year 9s on an end of school year excursion and lots of tourists (like us). We stopped for a coffee and then braved the drizzle to head back through the old alpine village to Bled. The smell of farms was strong and many of the buildings; house, barns and sheds were right next to the road. Lots of nice looking wood stacks, drying cobs of corn, dark timbered barns with silage piles next to the doors to feed the cows and hay drying racks dotted about the hillsides. All very picturesque and would be absolutely amazing to see in the winter. Back in Bled we stocked up at the Mecator (supermarket) for lunch supplies and caught the bus back to Ljubljana.
Had a great breakfast served up by Damian and we decided to head off to the Vintgar Gorge in the Triglav national park. Our host kindly helped us drop our bags off at the bus station and then took us out to the gorge so we only had the 3km walk back to do. What a character, a wizened little man with grey whiskers and a little sign-song going on in his head all the time (a little, “hm, ho, he, hum”). Always chattering and giving us the available options (for dinner, transport, walks etc.) and asking if we are satisfied and to do what we want and he will help. His son has spent some time in Australia traveling around so he has a soft spot for Aussies. Lots of things to say about Slovenia and it’s history and how the small country can be very proud of itself. The village where we were is close by to the town where the national poet Preseren was born. This guy had a troubled life and after falling in love with ‘Julia’ (who didn’t return the affection and according to Damian was ugly!) became depressed, wrote some great poetry and slowly became ill and died.
The gorge was amazing, a beautiful walk along the water’s edge on either wooden walkway or a gravel path and there simple wooden bridges crossing the torrent every now and then. The water was pristine and clear and you could see the trout swimming in the shadows of overhanging trees. The weather was overcast (threatening to rain) so it was dark in the gorge and there was a mist due to the spray of water over the rocks. It was a 30 minute walk to the waterfall at the end and we met a few busloads of people on the way back (school groups of year 9s on an end of school year excursion and lots of tourists (like us). We stopped for a coffee and then braved the drizzle to head back through the old alpine village to Bled. The smell of farms was strong and many of the buildings; house, barns and sheds were right next to the road. Lots of nice looking wood stacks, drying cobs of corn, dark timbered barns with silage piles next to the doors to feed the cows and hay drying racks dotted about the hillsides. All very picturesque and would be absolutely amazing to see in the winter. Back in Bled we stocked up at the Mecator (supermarket) for lunch supplies and caught the bus back to Ljubljana.
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