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... hikers along the narrow winding road. Bonnie was the navigator looking through the guidebook to determine where we should stop. We stopped at several suspension bridges over the river (some scarier than others), a Russian Orthodox chapel (in memory of the POWs who built the road & died in an avalanche), and lots of awesome views of the river valley and ...
... mountains. The water of the Soca River is bright turquoise and absolutely beautiful! The town we are in tonight, Bovec, is very small. The apartment is nothing to get excited about, but it's only 1 night and it's relatively inexpensive! We have loved every minute of our travels in Slovenia. Tomorrow we will drive through the country's only national park, which has 50 hairpin turns...something tells me that will be both exciting and ...
... we could only imagine how they did it. I recalled passing a sign at some point that indicated a toll road but nothing eventuated for over 150km. To my surprise after riding down a gradual incline for what seemed like at least half an hour we rounded a bend and were presented with a six lane toll booth. The toll appeared to be 11 euro and we only had about 5 euros on us so a bit of panic set in mostly on my part. Luckily my alert passenger came to ...
... knew how to respond quickly to calls of 'left' and 'right'. Then with everyone trained, we pushed the rafts down the bank and into the Sava River. It was an exciting ride, not the most challenging rafting trip I have ever been on, but a good introduction for Sam and Blake. When the trip was over, we were picked up again by our German speaking driver and swept rapidly back into town.
Lunch was eaten on the balcony of the ...
... guide, next minute, I found myself in riding hat and gaiters and sat atop my horse whose name was Geeta. At least I think that's what his name was anyway. A black stallion who was going a wee bit grey around the temples, he had been rather stroppy as I attempted badly to mount him, stomping his hooves and being a bit grumpy. And then, before we knew it, we were off. I had been hopeful for a riding lesson but the only instruction I received was 'pull on the reins if you want him to ...