Metelkova and Dylan

I have been listening, for nearly the last three hours, to Bob Dylan. It is because the free internet at my hostel is right next to the bar, and alternative scene in Ljubjlana means, aparently, Bob Dylan. Or the Barman's a nut. One or the other.

But I have been uploading pictures. Some of Rome, and some of Slovenia to Flickr. Sadly, I ran out of upload bandwidth. Grrr... I should be more selective, I suppose.

And I've edited previous entries, to include more photos. I will do this continually, as my patience increases.

Slovenia is a lovely, amazing country. Full of surprises. For instance, it is no cheaper than Italy. I am saving money only because I am not entering museums, I am only walking and wandering. The Old City, centred around Ljubljana Grad (the castle, on the top of the hill) and Stari Trg (literally, Old Square) is beautiful: more amazing old, old buildings, cobblestones that are set so well you can ride over them (and I did!), and strange, magical modern art.

Bohinj and Bled are both places I could come back to. Bled, not so much, but I could see myself spending a week by Bohinj lake, doing absolutley nothing, except maybe going for a walk, or another swim... or maybe I would be going to the ski fields in the middle of winter, and skiing almost deserted runs.

Although I hear Slovakia is pretty good for skiing, too.

Bled is pretty, in a touristy kind of way. More english than slovene spoken throughout, and please don't try and practice your slovene. The town itself is small, and neat, more like desneyland, than Europe, but just up the (stupidly well signposted) road, is the Vintgar Gorge. This is one of those don't miss destinations. Really. And people look after you better here than they do anywhere else in Europe. I guess they haven't answered the dumb questions too many times...

But now they are playing Sultans of Swing, so I go.

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