In all it was a pretty uneventful day. After waking at about 9, well in time to make the most of the free hostel breakfast, we quickly made our way down to enquire about white water rafting the next day. We had originally thought that we may be able to organise a day trip from Ljuljana but it quickly became apparent that it would be significantly more cost-effective to get up into the mountains and then book with one of the companies up there.
Accordingly, before long we were at the bus station and boarding a bus for Bovec, a small town set between two mountains and adjacent to the Soca River. We had heard great things about the Soca, both for the white-water opportunities and for the river itself which is renowned for being a unique emerald colour.So, after we had arrived, booked our rafting trip for the following day and been shown to our spacious digs for the night, we did our bodies a favour and went running - hoping to get a look at the river. Unfortunately, a wrong turn and the failure of his bike shorts to contain his rippling thighs meant that Monty did not quite make it, but I went and had a look and if possible it made me more even more excited. It scarcely needs to be said that excitement levels were at all time highs.
Once we made it back into town and stopped sweating bullets, Mont and I wandered into town, grabbed some supplies and cooked up a gourmet feast of chilli and rice, all topped off with fresh melon and orange juice. It was very good and very cheap, both of which suited us down to the ground. After a quick stopover at the local internet cafe, which ended up costing us a lot more than we thought, we headed to bed relatively early and I had plenty of time to listen to Monty's nightly nasal symphony as I attempted (largely in vain) to get some shut-eye.
Psyched for rafting!
Jez
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