9August1973: Up early at 7 am to a breakfast of stale rusks with Bulgarian jam, yesterday’s left-over pineapple juice and some grapes. After a glorious hot shower hit the main drag. This is a beautiful city. It is like a Nordic small-scale Venice with numerous canals. I ran into a wandering American with a backpack looking for a room so I sent him in the direction of the student dormitory. I returned to the residence and made a stupendous meal of scrambled eggs, ham, Fructal cherry nectar, cake and grapes. I am building up some reserves and taking full advantage of the kitchen. It was a fantastic lunch and I was very full. A simple meal but one of the most enjoyable meals I have had in Europe. Like a lion after the kill it was time for a nap. Woke up with a sore under my eye that was bleeding. I cleaned it up and put some anti-biotic cream on it. Went out to store and bought some supplies for a big hot meal which again was scrumptious. Had a hot shower read a bit and early to bed as I am off to Bled tomorrow hoping I will not have trouble finding a room as from my last visit I know it is a popular holiday destination for Yugoslavs. Even Marshall Tito has a summer home here.
10August1973: Sort of a restless night as poor Robert may have the bubonic plague. At least the sore is not hurting anymore but woke up with a “crusty eye”. I will give it a day more before they amputate. Breakfast was leftover pork and rice and some bread and jam. Then a hot shower and I left like 5 gallons of water on the floor. Not sure what happened but perhaps I can blame it on loss of sight? I paid my bill having to wake up a sleeping porter to do so. I went to the bus station to take the 100 bus to Bled and it stopped at every dinky station as it was a municipal bus. I found a room in the youth hostel and headed out to the lake for a swim. I bought a piece of cake and a Fructal juice for lunch. I read The Herald Tribune in the lobby and an American girl named Lynne arrived and what a coincidence. Her sister worked for Overseas National Airways like my sister. We had a long chat and she went out for a walk. I ate some canned beans with sausage in them for dinner and a Belgian couple gave me their leftover buttered spaghetti and we talked about the film industry. I went out with the Belgians to a discotheque and was back at midnight waking up the Frenchman I was sharing the room with. At least I was not puking all over the place like Wild Bill in Ios.
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