Dober dan,
Apologies yet again for the lack of updates, I do appreciate everyone checking every now and again to see how I'm doing (largely to contact the embassy when I get arrested).
I now have an internet connection in my flat, and a lap top, so I can update more regularly without paying extortionate prices in the internet cafe.
The Summer has been rolling along here involving much drinking and various trips. A few weeks ago we traveled up to Bohinj to chill out by the lake and we were treated to a Sunday roast courtesy of Tom's mum who has a house in the village near by. The lake is so clean we had to go for a few swims, the water was gorgeous, if slightly cold after having run off the nearby mountains.
The weekend before last Matt and I took a trip to Zagreb. It was my first time in the Croatian capital. On the first night we wondered round looking for places to eat and drink, with little success. Dejected we returned to our accomodation (after a drink served by the mardiest barman you could ever have the misfortune to meet, in a pub with a Croatian covers band and softcore pornography being shown on the big screens) We decided that for a large capital city Zagreb is really devoid of social activity.
In the morning we got up (Matt wishing he hadn't as he was nursing a monsterous hangover - for once I was the clear headed one!) and went sight seeing, the old town was very quiet and the view wasn't much to write home about. The cathedral was quite interesting, but the impending start of the football season took us to a pub with a television. It was at or around this time that we realised that Zagreb has a large area of bars and restaurants that we would have found if we'd walked about ten yards further the previous night. After an obscenely large meal consisting largely of various meats we ended up in a cool little club in the park behind the Cathedral. The admissions policy clearly must have stated that hot women were the only sort allowed (I was tempted to drop a 'no dogs allowed' joke in there, but not exactly being Brad Pitt myself, I don't know if that sort of body fascism is acceptable...)
The next day feeling mildly delicate we travelled back 'home'.
On the Monday I was visited by my Mum and my aunt, I showed them the sights of Ljubljana on the Tuesday (this was revision for Mum) and on the Wednesday we headed down to Piran on the coast. It was pretty scorching day and we swam in the sea and ate a delicious (except the sardines!) sea food meal on the harbourside.
The next day we fluked a trip up to Bled with Matt and Marjorie, again there was plenty of sun and the lake looked stunning. This combination meant that we had to hit the water and we swam out to the island. It was such an amazing setting to take a dip, with the castle and the mountains surrounding us.
That about wraps it up for now. Ian has finally travelled back to the U.K. to earn some proper money. He can be spotted in the Oxford area, Thames valley police say he should not be approached by the general public. As is now traditional, here's a glass raised to you gospod Bearder, come back for some winter sports when the season starts.
Hope everyone's doing fine.
Jaimski
