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Bled Island
Bled Castle
Lake BledPay homage to two of the most...
Pay homage to two of the most lovely lakes in Europe, Bled and Bohinj. From close up or high above, their majesty will not be lost on you. I had two choices; stay in the Bohinj area by myself and do some self-exploration or take the ride back to Ljubljana with the person that brought me. Here I was, in the mountains, with ample trails just outside my guesthouse, and the sun was shining. It’s what I came here for. Sure, it might be boring at night, with virtually no one in the area, but going back to Ljubljana meant treading waters that already had become too familiar, and besides, it might be the foggy mess I left a few days earlier. So I stayed. That night, I questioned my choice when after dinner, the owners of the guesthouse closed up shop and I was left with the place to myself. I ventured up the road to the local pub/convenience store, but there was no one there either and would be closing shortly. Of course, they had to kick me off the Internet when the time came and off I went to read in my comfy but all of a sudden spooky guesthouse. The next morning I awoke to a fog that would rival any in Ljubljana and debated on hightailing it back there. But felt stupid having stayed in vain. Instead, I ate some of the breakfast left for me by the proprietors and packed the rest for lunch, heading up the trail to Savica Falls. It was a nice steady incline and the damp foggy air was refreshing. I felt great and was glad I stayed. Even in bad weather, I was hiking and that was the reason I came to Slovenia. Got to the falls in no time so decided to push on and visit them on my return. I arrived at Domna Komi, a great mountain hut, quickly too, but it was still too early for lunch. I had hiked above the fog and it was now sunny so pushed on for the Vratca Pass that would bring me up to 1800 meters. The terrain was surreal and there was another closed hut with what appeared to be the remains of a former settlement. It was now 11:30 and the pass was perhaps another 45 minutes but it appeared there would be no views from there and an ascent of a neighboring peak would have to be made. I estimated it as three hours return to where I stood, and with encroaching stormy clouds, I thought the better of it and meandered a bit as I debated on going down. With a partner, I wouldn’t be able to give up so easily. A few years ago, I probably would have made a run at it and returned only if it started to rain. Older and hopefully a bit wiser, I decided to have a nice lunch there, with some grand views and make my way down to the falls. It had been a great day just the same. I got up and started the long walk down, glancing every so often back at what could have been.
