Bohinj and Most an Soci

After a very comfortable, lively, and personal time with our Slovenian friends we had a train to catch but due to the line being under repair we had to leave the train for a bus and then back on a train. The bus ride however needs a comment. I get nervous on take off and landing in a plane but there is one other time, and that is in a bus around cliff edges especially when we have the ‘falling off the cliff side of the bus’. I could have accepted the fast part of the ride but when part of the bus hung over the cliff, and we confronted a vehicle while he was talking to a passenger and then reversed along the cliff edge to make room for a truck, my acceptance speech was out the window.

We arrived in Bled after switching back to train travel  even safer still when we arrived at the famous Lake  Bled where the most feared vehicle was a non motorised scooter ridden by a three year old.

Walks around Lake Bled with the rest of the Bled population, and then walking the varied routes running off this circuit on our own, provided pleasant walks, but a ‘giant Swiss hill’ provided a challenge and medication. The challenge for me was to find the right pace and slope to keep my blood pressure up. I did this by walking slowly, hydrating myself and decreasing the slope by zig zagging the whole way. For Corrie, her heart allowed her to go straight up and the hill fixed her back at the same time. Our friend from Wentworth Falls told us this would work for us as it does for him, and it did. A lovely gorge walk completed our daily mileage.

We then travelled for a short time by bus to the less touristy town of Bohinj. Another beautiful lake walk shook the bees off us (lots of bloody bees in (Bled) joke – love bees. But then we were in for a real treat from above. Winding up the valley was a deep so, so narrow gorge with rushing waters, its name Mostnica Gorge. The walls of the gorge had been sculpted by the rain and turbulence as though smoothed by a potter’s skilled hand. There were spherical holes; gouged caves; horizontal water falls; s-bends; and so smooth and instant waterfalls when rain arrived.

It seemed so remote but we soon came across a body stretched across our path. After hearing she was in a first aid resting position we relaxed to hear she had fainted from low bp – a condition of mine. Her friends were waiting for paramedics who arrived as though instantly and wheeled her away. There were 6 of them who were built for the job and who nearly trampled us underfoot on the narrow one way track overlooking the gorge.

It was another warning bell for me because a week before I left on this adventure I spent three days in hospital with atrial fibrillation. So covering our distances just takes more time.

We left in the afternoon for Savica Waterfall, a legend in its own time. As we slowly climbed we heard the sweetest voice singing opera. It was a young woman, her voice in sharp contrast to the lurking cuckoo bird, but it reminded us once more of our neighbour in the mountains who also sings opera as he walks. They are both very fast.

A long walk and steep steps soon created a dilemma. Corrie and I agreed on less speed and power to remove any danger to me and it worked well – just 100 steps at a time then rest and drink.

This twin waterfall is one of a few in the world and is fed by underground waters providing it with explosive power and a glorious sight. We stayed awhile finding the steps more difficult to descend owing to the constant rain. Once at the bottom a rough track was the way back. No outside material was used; rock pools remained rock pools; and trees were felled partially into the lake for fish breeding purposes. We’re off tomorrow after a long and wet 25km day; not what we want on a regular basis but okay for today because selfishly for us, it keeps the crowds away.