Untangling the epic washing line
Tuesday seemed an ideal opportunity to do something touristy as the stormy forecast didn't lend itself to mountainous activities. Caught the bus to Radovljica, had a guided tour and enjoyed a hop-on hop-off bus trip to Bled and its lake, although no swimming.
After a night of heavy rain and further thunder and lightning, we left the tent at the site and made our way up to Tičarev Dom at the top of the Vršič pass, by bus! Watched the storms and torrential rain from the cosy dining room window and contemplated what Thursday might bring.
Our host at the Dom reminded us of Al Capone. However it seemed like the weight of the world was resting on his shoulders.
We reckoned there were two scenarios:
1. He was gutted about the weather as it meant very few guests hence very
little business.
2. He was looking forward to a quiet night in and was most disappointed to have to look after 6 foreigners who just seemed to be an inconvenience at all times, by just being there.
We think he does have a sense of humour. It's just very deeply buried. His English is very limited but we managed to understand his Slovenian German.
We had the feeling it was past our bedtime, at 21.50 when he was mopping round our tables. He kindly ushered us across his nice clean floor to the stairs and his response to Charlie's question about when is a good time for breakfast: Sechs Uhr Neunundfünfzig weiter! (6.59 onwards!)
At breakfast when Charlie asked for just eggs (as opposed to ham and eggs), he asked "Well how many? 1? 2? 3? 4?"
We were chuffed to walk away having spent a mere €43 which included dinner with 2 beers, bed and breakfast for both of us.
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