“Travels to a Different Time” : August 2, 1971: Krk, Bled Yugoslavia: What a Long Day: A Never-Ending Journey

Up and at em on Mom’s birthday. Up at 4:15 a.m. to catch a 5 a.m. bus to Rijeka. On our bus and groggy! Half an hour later we all heard a big CRACK. Bus breakdown. So we headed back on the bus on the other side of the road back to Krk. Again overcrowding on the next bus from Krk to Rijeka. Mom shoved on and then she was shoved out. We had to wait for the next bus to Rijeka. We had a good ferry ride and enjoyed the fresh ocean air. We missed our connection to our train trip to Bled so we ended up going by bus to Ljubljana to get a connecting train to Bled. We had to shove our way on the train but had to make a bus connection to Bled at Radovljica which we did. We finally ended up in Bled with our head spinning from such a nutty trip. We were so tired all we wanted to do was go to our crappy room and sleep. Since it was Mom’s birthday she had two ice cream cones and two pastries! We came home and had some grapes and went to bed. Bled is a beautiful town at the base of the mountains. There is a big freshwater lake with an island on it with a monastery. Marshall Tito has a summer house in Bled. Bled is in the Slovenian republic and the architecture is alpine. They say it is the least communist part of Yugoslavia and it certainly is much like Canada with lots of lush green.

August 3, 1971: Bled, Yugoslavia: The Sorriest Goulash Ever and Mini-Golf? A Stoned Hippy

After such an awful trip we awoke refreshed and ready to face the day. Breakfast was picked up at a store. Peaches, grapes, bread and jam. Mom went to get her hair cut and I went to buy a book and wait for her outside the salon. We went to the lake. Yes a lake. I am so used to the ocean that the lake sems a new experience to me. It was like being back on our old cottage on Lake Champlain in Vermont. Beautiful cool and so refreshing with a cool slide I went on many times. We came home and read and for dinner had the sorriest and greasy goulash I have ever seen in Yugoslavia and I have seen some grease-soaked goulash believe me! The rice was good. After dinner we sat on a bench listening to a band on a boat on the lake. I took Mom home and went to play mini-golf. I finished at 11 and walked home. I saw a stoned hippie wobbling about.

Published by Robert K Stephen (CSW)

Robert K Stephen writes about food and drink, travel, and lifestyle issues. He is one of the few non-national writers to be certified as a wine specialist by the Society of Wine Educators, in Washington, DC. Robert was the first associate member of the Wine Writers’ Circle of Canada. He also holds a Mindfulness Certification from the University of Leiden and the University of Toronto. Be it Spanish cured meat, dried fruit, BBQ, or recycled bamboo place mats, Robert endeavours to escape the mundane, which is why he has established this publication. His motto is, "Have Story, Will Write."

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