Today was a day of rest. It started like most others here in Bovec - with a chilly morning bath in the river. Since yesterday there has been a metal keg of beer in the river by the campsite anchored in by rocks. This morning I noticed it had been tapped. And as I came out of my bath at 10am, I saw a man carry three full pint glasses of beer with perfect, creamy heads from the keg. Wow! These Europeans really know how to do it properly.
I spent most of the afternoon in my favourite coffee shop which coincidentally is a pub. Krista and I discovered it a couple of days ago and they served the best coffee we'd had so far. The crowd at this cafe/pub often seemed a little rough, even in the early afternoon, but the bartender was super cool. She is a blond Hungarian with a bad-ass full-arm Japanese tattoo. We've been chatting a lot over the last few days. She and her boyfriend rented a little cottage in the forest for the season and are both working as much as possible to save money. At the end of the summer they plan to buy a campervan and travel around Morocco for the winter. I feel really invigorated to meet people like this, people living their lives to the full and making their own adventures.
While enjoying the sunshine and beer on the street-side seats, I saw one of the Hungarian guides from yesterday. He shouted across the street that they will be at The Black Sheep again tonight and to come along. So after dinner with Krista we grabbed another bottle of red wine and started the long walk into town from the campsite. We enjoyed a couple of bottles of Radler alone as the guides were playing volleyball. I honestly don't know how they have energy to do it night after night, especially as some of those guides are on the river as often as three times a day.
Another bellyful of booze led me to staggering home alone. But this time the manager of the campsite recognized me as he drove past and gave me a lift. It was so funny and kind of trippy because it was very dark, I was very drunk and I didn't at all recognise this bleach-blond-haired man in a track suit inviting me into his car. my fatigue made the decision to jump in easy. And as I got to his SUV, i heard Scooter playing through the sound system. Scooter is an electronic music group that we were really into in the mid nineties. It was really cheesy happy hardcore music that we absolutely loved. And the campsite manager, who looked the spit of the Scooter DJ, told me "I am Scooter". I think he was stoned, but it was hilarious and he seemed to be a cool guy. We chilled and chatted for a bit back at the campsite then said good night. I was on such a high from a good night out that I wanted to stay up and appreciate it for a while. So I dragged my gear out of the tent and lay looking up at the sky full of stars, smiling, until I drifted off to sleep.
I spent most of the afternoon in my favourite coffee shop which coincidentally is a pub. Krista and I discovered it a couple of days ago and they served the best coffee we'd had so far. The crowd at this cafe/pub often seemed a little rough, even in the early afternoon, but the bartender was super cool. She is a blond Hungarian with a bad-ass full-arm Japanese tattoo. We've been chatting a lot over the last few days. She and her boyfriend rented a little cottage in the forest for the season and are both working as much as possible to save money. At the end of the summer they plan to buy a campervan and travel around Morocco for the winter. I feel really invigorated to meet people like this, people living their lives to the full and making their own adventures.
While enjoying the sunshine and beer on the street-side seats, I saw one of the Hungarian guides from yesterday. He shouted across the street that they will be at The Black Sheep again tonight and to come along. So after dinner with Krista we grabbed another bottle of red wine and started the long walk into town from the campsite. We enjoyed a couple of bottles of Radler alone as the guides were playing volleyball. I honestly don't know how they have energy to do it night after night, especially as some of those guides are on the river as often as three times a day.
Another bellyful of booze led me to staggering home alone. But this time the manager of the campsite recognized me as he drove past and gave me a lift. It was so funny and kind of trippy because it was very dark, I was very drunk and I didn't at all recognise this bleach-blond-haired man in a track suit inviting me into his car. my fatigue made the decision to jump in easy. And as I got to his SUV, i heard Scooter playing through the sound system. Scooter is an electronic music group that we were really into in the mid nineties. It was really cheesy happy hardcore music that we absolutely loved. And the campsite manager, who looked the spit of the Scooter DJ, told me "I am Scooter". I think he was stoned, but it was hilarious and he seemed to be a cool guy. We chilled and chatted for a bit back at the campsite then said good night. I was on such a high from a good night out that I wanted to stay up and appreciate it for a while. So I dragged my gear out of the tent and lay looking up at the sky full of stars, smiling, until I drifted off to sleep.
Morning view from my tent.
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