Today Krista and I booked a Kayak trip down the river despite our hangovers. After booking it, we went for a hike in the hills around Bovec. It probably wasn't my best idea since the cumulative exhaustion was growing and the early morning sun prevented getting much shut-eye in my tent. The hike was nice and the Soča river, where we kayaked, was spectacular. At times it felt like I was watching a movie as Krista and our lovely Hungarian guide kayaked ahead of me in the lowering sun with beautiful rocks and forest around us. I wish I had a camera with me, but considering that I got tipped five times, it's probably best that I didn't. Actually, i found the kayaking very hard. It was my first time to do it on a river. Controlling my boat was really tough and I often couldn't steer it right. Krista had no problems and suggested it might've been my boat. I don't know; it might've just been that I was too tired to control it properly.
Our guide invited us out to drink with the other Hungarians in a local bar called the Black Sheep. Despite our exhaustion, Krista and I jumped at the opportunity to hang out with some new people. The Black Sheep in an awesome pub near the campsite I stayed my first night in Bovec. As well as the usual pub indoor and outdoor seating, it also had a big beach-volleyball court with spotlights to play at night. There was a kiddy playground, a bowls green and other cool means of entertainment.
The guides and season workers have volleyball competitions each night at this bar. It seems to be mostly country versus country, for example Slovenians against Hungarians or Germans. As our guide was Hungarian, we mostly got talking to those guys. It turns out the company we booked through is run by a Hungarian man, who I later got talking to, and that lots of Hungarians come here each summer to work a season and save up money. it was a great night on the beer and we met lots of cool people and had a good laugh. I did however, get pretty wasted and walk home alone. But I went in the wrong direction or got confused or something because I walked a long, long time on the dark country roads before locating my campsite and finally getting to bed.
Our guide invited us out to drink with the other Hungarians in a local bar called the Black Sheep. Despite our exhaustion, Krista and I jumped at the opportunity to hang out with some new people. The Black Sheep in an awesome pub near the campsite I stayed my first night in Bovec. As well as the usual pub indoor and outdoor seating, it also had a big beach-volleyball court with spotlights to play at night. There was a kiddy playground, a bowls green and other cool means of entertainment.
The guides and season workers have volleyball competitions each night at this bar. It seems to be mostly country versus country, for example Slovenians against Hungarians or Germans. As our guide was Hungarian, we mostly got talking to those guys. It turns out the company we booked through is run by a Hungarian man, who I later got talking to, and that lots of Hungarians come here each summer to work a season and save up money. it was a great night on the beer and we met lots of cool people and had a good laugh. I did however, get pretty wasted and walk home alone. But I went in the wrong direction or got confused or something because I walked a long, long time on the dark country roads before locating my campsite and finally getting to bed.
Some photos from the hike and a waterfall we came across.
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