Dont be so silly
- To Waiheke, Auckland
- To Kadikoy, Istanbul
- To anywhere on the Balaton, Hungary
- To Staten Island, New York
- To Hvar, Croatia
Mukky concurred, what a small city it is. Part of its charm though, any bigger and it would lose all. Just another European capital. The walk from the train station wasn’t long, even with their packs, and Mukky’s small legs. In the space of 15 minutes they’d gone from north to south, through the centre following the Ljubljanica, even passing the infamous Triple Bridge, oh what sites that has seen! Past the university and the Francoski Institute, all while being watched by the Castle.
Reaching their accommodations with such a surprisingly short walk was a pleasant end to their long journey from Dalmatia. It was now time to relax at the Sax Pub, in Europe’s smallest capital, that of Slovenia.
They had a special treat planned for Mukky too, a little trip to a lake; you see Mukky had been struggling with so much sea water lately. While he found the salty sensation was growing on him, he was really missing his fresh water, the stillness of it, the way it lets you sink. He really can’t understand how the moon can effect it, making it moving up and down the beach; how salt helps you float. Seriously, how does it work? He would ask on a daily basis. A lake is so much simpler.
So the boys had planned a trip to little Lake Bled, with it’s odd island in the middle and perfectly places lakeside benches. Mukky had no idea what was going on, let alone that it would involve a row boat, mountain bikes, wrist bands, and a cliff top castle…