The punk festival was awesome - good tunes and good people. It's dead funny that I've arrived here since I've never been interested in punk. But it was a cool chance to spend more time with Borut and to have a new experience.
Borut woke me early this morning. Apparently I'd been snoring so loud in my tent that I woke everyone and Borut's coworker even recorded the thunder on his phone. Sorry guys!
I felt pretty exhausted and was tempted to head back to the city. But Borut wasn't driving that way as he'd plans to visit his family in a village in the east. So that made my decision to hitchhike back to Bovec a bit easier.
We had some morning coffee in a wee pub in Tolmin town and the bartender gave me a marker and some card to make a sign for hitchhiking. It only took five minutes to get picked up on my way to Kobarid. The guy that picked me up was a local delivering 9000 litres of milk to be used for making cheese and yoghurt. He was friendly and spoke fairly good English. He told me that the milk truck wasn't refrigerated, but it had to be at 4 degrees when he collected it from the farm.
In Kobarid I visited an award-winning museum that Borut insisted I go to. Honestly, it was the last thing I wanted to do with a post-hike, post-punk-festival hangover. But it was interesting. This is where the Battles of Isonzo took place in World War One. Italy and Austria-Hungary fought here and it's the setting for Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms.
The museum was good, I suppose, but really, all those guns and weapons and photos just depress me.
I left my rucksack at the museum and walked to a waterfall - another recommendation of Borut's. I'm glad the staff at the museum were nice enough to watch my stuff as it was a long walk through the forest. It was a pretty waterfall though and there were people on a bouldering day out jumping into the waterfall pool from quite a height. It looked fun.
Hitching up to Bovec was also pretty easy and fast. A middle-aged Italian couple picked me up after about five minutes. The man was really cool and spoke of his paragliding hobby. He regularly paraglides across the border from Italy to Slovenia and told me that the record for paragliding, 200 continuous kilometres, was held in this area.
Back in Bovec I met up with Krista for a catch up and some beers. It turned into quite a few beers and it was sunset before we walked down to the river with a couple of cheap bottles of wine. I checked into the campsite there and Krista cooked up a healthy dinner.
Borut woke me early this morning. Apparently I'd been snoring so loud in my tent that I woke everyone and Borut's coworker even recorded the thunder on his phone. Sorry guys!
I felt pretty exhausted and was tempted to head back to the city. But Borut wasn't driving that way as he'd plans to visit his family in a village in the east. So that made my decision to hitchhike back to Bovec a bit easier.
We had some morning coffee in a wee pub in Tolmin town and the bartender gave me a marker and some card to make a sign for hitchhiking. It only took five minutes to get picked up on my way to Kobarid. The guy that picked me up was a local delivering 9000 litres of milk to be used for making cheese and yoghurt. He was friendly and spoke fairly good English. He told me that the milk truck wasn't refrigerated, but it had to be at 4 degrees when he collected it from the farm.
In Kobarid I visited an award-winning museum that Borut insisted I go to. Honestly, it was the last thing I wanted to do with a post-hike, post-punk-festival hangover. But it was interesting. This is where the Battles of Isonzo took place in World War One. Italy and Austria-Hungary fought here and it's the setting for Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms.
The museum was good, I suppose, but really, all those guns and weapons and photos just depress me.
I left my rucksack at the museum and walked to a waterfall - another recommendation of Borut's. I'm glad the staff at the museum were nice enough to watch my stuff as it was a long walk through the forest. It was a pretty waterfall though and there were people on a bouldering day out jumping into the waterfall pool from quite a height. It looked fun.
Hitching up to Bovec was also pretty easy and fast. A middle-aged Italian couple picked me up after about five minutes. The man was really cool and spoke of his paragliding hobby. He regularly paraglides across the border from Italy to Slovenia and told me that the record for paragliding, 200 continuous kilometres, was held in this area.
Back in Bovec I met up with Krista for a catch up and some beers. It turned into quite a few beers and it was sunset before we walked down to the river with a couple of cheap bottles of wine. I checked into the campsite there and Krista cooked up a healthy dinner.
Kayakers on the river in Kobarid.
The waterfall.
A hungover, tired me.
Fisherman.
Catching up with Krista.
Walking back to camp after a few too many.
Dido.
Home for the next few days.
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