Up at 8 and headed into town to buy some supplies for breakfast. Hitched and got a ride with some Germans but as I got into their car my leather money pouch snapped. I was told by tourist information where I could get the pouch sewn up. Smashed glasses, ripped Munich bag, lost watch and a melted shoe. I am falling apart! The shoemaker did a great repair job on the pouch. The town is impressive and its Alpine architecture is certainly different than the rest of Yugoslavia. It is a clean town and Slovenia is more affluent than the other republics in Yugoslavia. I took a two-kilometre marked trail back to the campsite and I am glad I did. No one was on the path and most of it was along a river and a very clean river with water so clear you could see big fat trout. Returned home for an early lunch of eggs. Yugoslav eggs have a dark orange yolk and taste excellent unlike the tasteless Canadian eggs. I decided to take a 4 kms walk to a nearby village. Had eggs, bread, cheese, cherry juice and plums for dinner after my brief plunge into the lake. After 10 minutes in this mountain stream fed lake I was numb as can be. I played some harp in my tent and nearby I heard some live music coming from the hotel. The band was pathetic and I asked if I could play with them and they said yes at 11. I saw the Germans that gave me a lift in the morning and they asked me to join them. The were enjoying lots of wine.