A slow exit from our island home with various back and forth including impromptu dolphin watching, picking up neighbours on the way, filling the boat with fuel and waiting for receipts, our car, and a lovely gift bottle of home made fig brandy meant that we were only just on the road by one or two in the afternoon (we were on island time, come on!).
Not too far along the way, the ladies found a grouping of roadside restaurants that specialised in spit roasted lamb and pig. Mmmm whole animal on a stick twirling over hot coals.... given the previous week's largely vegetarian menu Saroja and Inga got stuck in right up to their elbows, but, despite the extreme deliciousness, they were defeated by the obscenely large servings (groans and meat sweats ensued... although I'm fairly sure that further quiet gnawing sounds were emanating from the backseat later in the trip, for secondses or even thirdses?).
Heading from Croatia to Slovenia, the distant thunderstorms that we'd been hearing in the afternoons became our reality. So much rain and in such large drops really makes very slow work of driving - the rain was so thick that it seemed an impenetrable blanket of monsoon was draped over the car, making it close to impossible to see out the windows. Jeebers. Of course, those cars with number plates marked with a 'D' still drove past at 160kmh!
All this meant that we arrived at our campsite in the dark, and on arrival we could hear ominous rumblings in the sky as the local version of the storm tracked us down. Lightning quick work saw us get the tents up and ourselves into them minutes before the start up of the pelt down.
After the previous days travelling exertions we made a late start on a drive through the beautiful Soca Valley and into the Triglav National Park, with big plans for a 'this is how you do it Saroja' walk up into the heart of the mountains.
Noon rolled around and still hadn't arrived at the start of the walk (a reasonable distance to drive coupled with a small engine, big hills and lots of stops for gawking and photos), so we changed our plan to a much shorter walk around the side of the mountain near the Vrsic pass (1,600m). For such a short hike, the views were truly stunning.
Our genteel approach to the walk - a short hill climb, stop for lunch, stop again halfway for a chocolate break, interspersed with frequent comfort breaks and photo stops, stretched a two hour walk to over three hours. Probably a good thing to sedately break Saroja into this hiking up mountains thing anyway, right Saroja?
Not too far along the way, the ladies found a grouping of roadside restaurants that specialised in spit roasted lamb and pig. Mmmm whole animal on a stick twirling over hot coals.... given the previous week's largely vegetarian menu Saroja and Inga got stuck in right up to their elbows, but, despite the extreme deliciousness, they were defeated by the obscenely large servings (groans and meat sweats ensued... although I'm fairly sure that further quiet gnawing sounds were emanating from the backseat later in the trip, for secondses or even thirdses?).
Heading from Croatia to Slovenia, the distant thunderstorms that we'd been hearing in the afternoons became our reality. So much rain and in such large drops really makes very slow work of driving - the rain was so thick that it seemed an impenetrable blanket of monsoon was draped over the car, making it close to impossible to see out the windows. Jeebers. Of course, those cars with number plates marked with a 'D' still drove past at 160kmh!
All this meant that we arrived at our campsite in the dark, and on arrival we could hear ominous rumblings in the sky as the local version of the storm tracked us down. Lightning quick work saw us get the tents up and ourselves into them minutes before the start up of the pelt down.
After the previous days travelling exertions we made a late start on a drive through the beautiful Soca Valley and into the Triglav National Park, with big plans for a 'this is how you do it Saroja' walk up into the heart of the mountains.
Noon rolled around and still hadn't arrived at the start of the walk (a reasonable distance to drive coupled with a small engine, big hills and lots of stops for gawking and photos), so we changed our plan to a much shorter walk around the side of the mountain near the Vrsic pass (1,600m). For such a short hike, the views were truly stunning.
Our genteel approach to the walk - a short hill climb, stop for lunch, stop again halfway for a chocolate break, interspersed with frequent comfort breaks and photo stops, stretched a two hour walk to over three hours. Probably a good thing to sedately break Saroja into this hiking up mountains thing anyway, right Saroja?
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