Sunday, 24 July

It was still raining when I woke at 7am.
I had a nice hot shower with great pressure; it was like a needle massage all over. I checked out and caught a taxi to the 3 bridges, where I walked eagerly to the food markets for breakfast. The taxi driver said it would be open, on a Sunday. I just assumed there would be people out and about as it was the weekend, regardless of the rain. How wrong I was; it was like a ghost town. There were markets open, no people, no breakfast. I hugged the big buildings as I walked the km to the bus station, trying my best to avoid the rain drops.

Catching a bus was easy enough, it was 6 euros to get to Bled. I ate nuts and a banana for breakfast. Once in bled I enjoyed finding my way to the hostel which took me under under 30 mins – it would turn out to be a 15 min walk with no pack.

The hostel was a super intimate affair, with the social room being the kitchen. Here I met a number of people.

I tag along with two English lads, Michael and Elliott; who were heading to the Vintgarski sum soon after I arrived. There were fit and energetic and we ended up walking for over 6 hours. We took a wrong turn, but it was all an adventure. Finally making it to the gorges was satisfying, but even more so doing it all on foot.

My body was turning into a walking machine. We stopped to get a nice hot chocolate in one of the pubs that was open (it was a Sunday) as we absorbed a fair amount of rain and needed something warm.

One the way back we notice all the apple and plum trees that were shooting fruit. The majority wasn’t ready to be picked but we managed to find a sweet green plum and a nice pear to keep us going.

Later that night I ate my tuna and vita-wheat’s for dinner, and the two had some past left over and were happy to share. We headed into the town to enjoy the last few hours of the festival (Bled Weekend Fair) and enjoyed a Larsko beer.

Some Belgium tourists gave us a voucher for a large sausage and sides (it took some work to understand what they were trying to give us as they didn’t speak any English!)

The live music was too loud and not really our genre so we sat on one of the row boats and finished the beer before heading back to the hostel.

We were entertained by the large Spanish family that were staying in the hostel before I snuck of to bed at 11. I was eagerly looking forward to resting after a long day of traveling and walking.