Sonja and Jon let me sleep until gone 8.30am on their comfy sofa, even though they were up at dawn (Sonja way before that). I had some home made apricot jam (made by Jon) with cheese on bread, after porridge. Jon also had me try his home pressed apple juice – really delicious, sharp yet sweet, tangy, appley. Jon has an allotment garden beside the railway next door to the apartment block. He’s very proud of his home grown veg. and rightly so. Sonja asked me what Steve will do for food, while I’m away. She looked surprised and slightly wistful when I replied that he’s a better cook than me, and often cooks more frequently than me. She’s been the sole cook in the Polda household for over 40years.
I pack up and tear myself away reluctantly and say goodbye to my new friends. Hopefully they will also join me on my journey vicariously, by following the blog.
Big thank you again to Jon and Sonja for putting me up so spontaneously and generously.
Cycling to Postojna wasn’t too bad, though I spent a fair while sitting in cafes melting and dripping all over as it was so hot (30˚C predicted for rest of week- according to Nina’s phone!). I’d recommend the ‘Hoodburger’ for proper chips and the most wonderful homemade lemonade flavoured with mint and salty as well as sweet/tart. There was a lot of riding alongside a main road, and plenty of time to mull over the weekend with Nina – enormous fun – and also to contemplate Sonja and Jon’s life caring for their son Nejc. What a tragic waste of potential through one careless road traffic accident.
On the last hill, in a village called Planina, I was sticky, sweaty but enjoying the cool of darkness and the familiar stars above and the spark of will o’the wisps darting about the roadside. I could feel either insects biting me, or sweat trickling down my legs – bit of both I think. It was gone 10pm when I rolled into Postojna so I went for the first hotel where the reception was open: Hotel Sport was once grand, now slightly down at heel but happy to have Rowenna indoors. I get a large double room to myself, and sleep well after a cold sloosh of a shower.
I pack up and tear myself away reluctantly and say goodbye to my new friends. Hopefully they will also join me on my journey vicariously, by following the blog.
Big thank you again to Jon and Sonja for putting me up so spontaneously and generously.
Cycling to Postojna wasn’t too bad, though I spent a fair while sitting in cafes melting and dripping all over as it was so hot (30˚C predicted for rest of week- according to Nina’s phone!). I’d recommend the ‘Hoodburger’ for proper chips and the most wonderful homemade lemonade flavoured with mint and salty as well as sweet/tart. There was a lot of riding alongside a main road, and plenty of time to mull over the weekend with Nina – enormous fun – and also to contemplate Sonja and Jon’s life caring for their son Nejc. What a tragic waste of potential through one careless road traffic accident.
On the last hill, in a village called Planina, I was sticky, sweaty but enjoying the cool of darkness and the familiar stars above and the spark of will o’the wisps darting about the roadside. I could feel either insects biting me, or sweat trickling down my legs – bit of both I think. It was gone 10pm when I rolled into Postojna so I went for the first hotel where the reception was open: Hotel Sport was once grand, now slightly down at heel but happy to have Rowenna indoors. I get a large double room to myself, and sleep well after a cold sloosh of a shower.
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