Tom's travel blog
In the night there is a thunderstorm. Above the karst the lightning flashes and thunder comes from Portoroz – about 120 per second. Luckily I am an experienced Ohropax sleeper by now! 🙂 After a few kilometres along the sea I am at the border. But what is that? Border controls! Both when leaving Slovenia . . .
Actually it is not far anymore. I probably overestimated the rest of the way and my plane doesn’t leave Pula until Thursday. So I still have a lot of time. And I take it in the morning so that the sun has a chance to take the wet night from the tent before I pack . . .
What? Even more caves? A clear “yes!”. But more about that later. I am always enthusiastic about the amazing people I get to know. Itzok and his family also welcomed me warmly again and gave me the best possible hospitality, and we had a variety of topics for which an evening was simply too short. . . .
Thanks to Andrej’s tip I leave the first mountains on the left and drive on small asphalted roads exactly in the angle between plain and upswing. Behind Vrhnica there is a dry valley, similar to the Moravian Karst, but this time the road is not asphalted. It is idyllic here. You can only hear the . . .
Public transport is not suitable for tourists: First you have to buy a ticket for € 2,-, which entitles you to take part in public transport in the first place. This card has to be loaded with a further amount of money, from which the individual bus trips are deducted. If you have charged too . . .
When I fill up my drinking bottles at the cemetery in the morning, an old woman speaks to me, of course in Slovenian. Unfortunately I don’t understand her, but she doesn’t understand me either, neither German nor English. Thereupon she simply presses my arm with a friendly smile, greets and walks away. Sometimes it’s the . . .
Different from what I thought yesterday, the high mountains, above all the Boč with its striking pyramid shape and the unmissable transmission mast on its summit not to the right but to the left of me. That means I have to go through somewhere. But fortunately the landscape widens the closer I get to the . . .
Why did I want to go to Mureck yesterday? There is another ship mill here. Or better said: again. It was built in 1997, true to the original and functional. It is therefore advertised as “the only floating and functioning mill in Central Europe in traditional construction”. What is so special about it? Ship mills . . .
