“Travels to a Different Time” : 9/10 August1973: Ljubljana and Bled, Yugoslavia: My Crusty Left Eye and Big Feasts

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.

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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