Vila Gorenka Bled

... where I’m concerned, we couldn’t find anywhere to put our bikes, eventually attached them to someones’ letterbox in the hope that they were nice people who wouldn’t mind & headed for what appeared to be the path we wanted. But no. in true Chloe style, we were heading up the wrong path, the longer, steeper much less convenient path. After a serious amount of bushbashing, some harrowing cliff hugging walking a whole lot of sliding through mud & stones, we ...

... the view of it from the lake and the view from it to the lake are equally spectacular. I then walked half way around the lake and hike to a view point high above. The second day was a wet one, rain intermittently, but it didn't stop me to hike in a "vintage" - local term for a deep gorge carved by a swift river. On the third day I joined a bus excursing to go to the higher mountains, over the pass to Italy and back. The sky has ...

... the lake. We got some dinner and then rented a small boat to have a little picnic on the lake. Apparently only America requires people to give you life preservers when in a lake. Chris was clenching onto the boat like nothing I had ever seen before ... it was hysterical! We rowed our little boat out towards the island in the middle of the lake. As we were cracking ...

... motorway tolls so everything in our power would be done to avoid those!! So in the sun we sat and drank before deciding at dusk to race around the lake. Neither of us can remember who won, we can remember we had a good laugh. wow Slovian beer certainly has a kick. Saturday. After tapping into all the free wifi at Bled we could muster we moved on down the road to Lake Bohinjsko Jezero in the Triglav National Park. Again very beautiful setting and lo and ...

... in a camper means we have two batteries, so being that the batter was our immediate problem, Dave changed them over. A tow truck turned up at this point just as Dave had the engine turning over and he offered to show us where the mechanics was. 4hrs, one new alternator and 175 Euros later we were on our way to Slovenia, again. Postojna Caves were a bit of fun, and quiet spectacular, but the price was well over what it should have been. Never the ...

... stop was the Cankarjev Dom (Cultural and Congress Centre) where there is a Pharaonic Renaissance exhibition. I got in for cheaper than I was expecting, as the woman at the ticket desk foolishly asked if I was a student (hahaha) - what other answer could I give than "yes", although I didn't have a student card to prove this wasn't an outright lie, she was happy to go along with it. I was glad of this as the exhibition itself, although interesting, wasn't worth €8. It documents ...

... come back to the hotel for some afternoon relaxation and Stephne figured out access to the roof beside our room (through the bathroom window!) so she laid down out there for a nap in the sun. Looks relaxing... We'll go our for dinner in a bit and then make an early night of it. We want to get up and out early so that we can get a car and head up to the alps. Not sure what we'll do tonight.

... in so many cafe windows (although as is always the case, when you want something, you can never find it!) I eventually sat down in a cafe, and when the waitress came over, I ordered a capaccino, but was dismayed to find out they too were lacking in the cake department. I felt I couldnt really take back my capaccino order, but later changed my mind. So (and I felt really bad about this) when she went back inside to make it, I stood up and walked off in search of another cafe. I ...

... the damn leash himself or was too old and brittle to be climbing around on the ground. This, coupled with his continuous looking around to passersby with a putrid look of anguish, I assumed he needed a hand. As I approach, we make eye contact , and he has the look of paranoia in his eye. I ask if he needs a hand, and he just nods, and says something about his sister's dog. As I climb down and under the car I realize the leash isn't ...

... a debate going on as to who was who. A contest would bring truth to the table. Nine shots came on a tray: four for Phil, four for Oloush; the winner got his paws on the last one so the guy who shot it won. When the smoke cleared the ninth shot was going down Oloush's throat. Phil was clamoring for a re-match, and his wayward elbows knocked two of the glasses to the stone floor before I moved the remainder to another table. To tell you the truth, I was not doing too much better than ...