Somewhere in Slovenia, 6th July 2007
I didn't get turfed out of my parking spot, but I got up early to make sure. It was still raining, more or less.
I continued towards Bled, spotted an interesting church on the way, on top of a hill, so diverted to take a look. It seemed nice and quiet in the small parking area below the church, so I took a nap, since it was still raining. About 11 am I decided I should do something although it was raining so I drove down to Bled, just about 3 km away. I picked up my mail, drove around, had lunch, with a pretty good view considering the rain,
then, since it was still raining heavily, whiled away most of the afternoon on the internet - I luckily found a good spot to park, with a good connection. After a couple of hours of that I got bored, and finished my June accounts. I don't think I've ever had them done so early in the month. I drove around the lake and stopped in George Best Backpackers bar for a beer. No one spoke to me so after a second pint I headed back to my church, I'd noticed a likely looking clearing on the way up to the church.
They were mostly English in the bar but they seem to have picked up Slovenian ways. Or maybe is just Central Europe. The Slovenians are all nice enough when you talk to them, couldn't be more pleasant in fact, but they don't smile as much as some other nationalities. I suppose there's no reason to walk around with a big grin on your face. When you meet them, walking on a path, they generally just walk past, as though you were in a city. Most every place I know you say Hi or Good Morning when you meet someone at the back of beyond. Some places I've been to they even wave at passing cars. Not here! Oh if I wave or smile I get a response and like I say they are all nice enough when you talk to them. If you meet them in a narrow spot in a car they prefer that you back up. During the pouring rain I left a parking and met a taxi. He wanted me to back up about 30 ft, in the rain, in a van, with all the windows misted up. I headed towards him and grudgingly he reversed the 2 feet needed to let me through. I followed a bus a couple of days ago. He could have reversed about 10 feet and the road would have been wide enough to pass. But no, he preferred a Dutch van to reverse almost 200 feet.........I later watched the driver turn his bus around on a real narrow spot. He could have had that bus backed up in seconds! If you meet another vehicle on a narrow road, and pull in to the side to let it get through, you often don't get a wave of thanks. Different style I suppose. The country seems quite prosperous - lots of nice houses, quite large, in good state of repair, with well tended gardens, lots of new cars.
In the morning, in my clearing below the church, I noticed quite a lot of empty foil packets scattered around my little clearing. They had the word love on them. I guess I was not the first to find that secluded spot!
I was intrigued to see an irregular sort of snake slowly moving over the ground.
On close examination I could see it was made up of a large number - hundreds - of partially clear worms, or larvae, of some sort. Those on the top would advance forward, over those underneath, until the last ones would start to move again, over those in front. The total length was around 8 inches.
I've never seen anything like it before. Unlike ants running back and forth, this made a discrete entity, all the worms stayed together.
Today was a lovely sunny day. I the first visitor at Bled Castle soon after it opened at 8 am.
I took that photo later in the day, but hey, who cares?
The view over the lake was superb.
Inside, the castle was pretty good too. That's fresh snow on the mountain behind. From yesterday.
There was a museum that was different enough to be interesting. I took a photo of some coins but I forgot the date, and the date was the reason I took the photo, so I'll move on.
I moved myself on to Bohinjska Bistrica, took a little drive around, and captured 3 more museums. The first was about Alpine Dairy farming, in the original building. The second was an Alpine farmhouse, and the third was partly on leather tanning, in the original tannery, plus bits and pieces from both World Wars. All were OK, and at 2€ each entrance were hardly liable to break the bank.
I enquired at the Tourist Office, and parked for the night at a supermarket. It chanced to be near the cemetery, and after dinner I took a walk around. There were candles everywhere, flickering in the dark, one I noticed on the grave of a child who died 20 years ago. They remember.
Before dinner though I was subject to a slight delay on the main street.
Next day was nice views.
And a very tidy house and garden, with solar panels.
Another nice view. But if was driving that tractor I think I'd like a safety line........
He was on a steeper bit of the slope on the small photo.
They say that when you park on a slope, you should turn your wheels to the kerb, or at least put a chock on front of one of the wheels.
With that block of wood I guess he'll be OK if the handbrake fails.
I went to a couple of museums around the next town, Cerkno. The first was a partisan's (resistance) hospital in a narrow ravine, the Germans never found it. ( Yugoslavia was on our side in the 2nd War)
The second museum was mostly local history, interesting, little bit skimpy though, they need a touch of US 'empty your attics and bring it all to the museum' sort of thing. Well done, well displayed, lots of info in English, but they need a BIG sign saying museum - they only get around 2000 visitors a year, and that's probably including school parties.
I took a tiny road leading off, signed to a church. There were lots of side roads leading to farms, but after 3 or 4 miles it petered out. The next 2 views are from the same place on the road.
This one just a touch around to the right.
There were several people haymaking in the field in the 1st photo above. I asked if they thought it would be OK to park close to this view, they thought it would be. Although where I finished up is behind some trees. Never mind, I'll see the view again in the morning, on the way out.
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