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First meeting with water, discovered of Balkans

Sveti Peter

We decide to install us on a small lit place on which a laundrette is.
Chance? Providence? Chance? Short less than 5 minutes later, it is 10h30, a woman approaches the tap which we had seen with some steps of the car and starts to fill two buckets with water.
Neither nor two, we jump to him above to ask him in English French then what it does. In English more than suitable it briefly explains us the history of the source (the tap is that of the tank in which the source arrives) and agrees to be made interview, then to film the next morning.

Introduced by Nadja into the village, we find a place where to camp. The menu this evening they is "spaghetti bolo", fortunately we have to decorate the whole the wine bottle of our friend Cléanthe.
These times we tend to misuse the spaghettis, but our small stove alas does not enable us to make kitchen more élaborée…
Towards 23h30, when we begin our feast, we are stopped by a truck which pulls over behind us. Without anything to say the driver opens of them the doors and a delicious melon brings to us. C is thus that the generosity and the reception of the Eastern European countries!!

The following day we interview Nadja on the source (see notebooks of the initiatives).
The evening even we are invited by Nadja to share the annual meal of the choral society of the village.
They are 40 people who find themselves to sing with the church every Sunday and once per week to repeat. It is especially a band of jovial fellow which will sing for the pleasure of our ears until 5h00 of the chechmate. The sprinkled whole as one needs it by a fruity wine of the slopes of Slovenia.
During this evening we made photographs and a film that Nadja reproduced 44 times for all the choral society.
Perfect, we had really succeeded in returning to us useful to our hosts.
Our departure will be done the following day after the mass, in the village of Krkavce where one of the oldest churches of Slovenia is.


Croatia

We pass the Croatian border without history. The customs officer must still think today, that we were rotten of him.
Inevitably to do its question, Where go Messrs like that? We had answered him with ease
In Cameroun me sior!
No the shit?
Not!
You can go there.

We very quickly learn how to like Croatia and especially the small Croats. They are superb, a proud pace and a glance to dissolve to you on the spot.
To sleep we will choose the camp-site of Bunica located in edge of sea with a splendid sight on the lunar landscape of the Island of KRK.
The following day after a small dive in translucent water, we will visit Senj, splendid small village of the coast to the innumerable narrow and tortuous malls.
The war is not finished since so a long time, had already almost forgotten it to us, so much the beautiful East coast and seems to be saved.
We climb in the grounds towards a mountainous landscape and note a great distortion between the coast and the interior of the country. Indeed, this one is marked much more by the engagements. One does not count any more the abandoned houses which lie on the roadside, or which are quite simply destroyed. Houses the Serb ones says to us one. They have to flee the country at the time of the confrontations and never returned. While leaving, they trapped their houses with mines. We include/understand better why, today, they remain uninhabited.
We evoke, while rolling towards the natural reserve of Plitvicka Jezera, the terrible sufferings that these people have to endure during these years of civil war. We are spoiled and rotted spoiled. Us should be of it more aware.
We arrive in front of the famous water falls of the Lakes Plitvicka which attract tourists of the whole world. We are disappointed, water with the air to be of a superb blue, but the entrance fee of the park at a rate of our enthusiasm: 12 euro … for only two visiting times bus well on we arrived a little late. "So much worse, we will return for our honeymoon" took the practice to launch by resignation.
Not far from there, we fall on a camp-site where we will spend the night. We establish our bivouac beside scouts Belgian come from Krainem to animate a camp of Croatian young people scouts. It is the occasion for us to emerge our days before bottles of alcohol which hopelessly wait to be drunk.

Hungary

Hungarian crossing of frontiers without problems and search for a place to spend the night. Ca becomes a practice to do that the night!
We stop on a grass pavement safe from a standard lamp, in Zalavar close to the lake Balaton.
It should be noted that on the road we failed to strike a splendid stag. Fortunately, Loïc which led (it really does not have a pot that there), was tired and rolled to 40 Km/h, he thus could avoid it without problems.

Our arrival in Hungary surprises us somewhat. I remembered a country that I had crossed it y 7 years on the road of Romania. The cars were modern, the clean villages. The difference with Romania was at the time obvious.
Today I have the impression that Hungary did not evolve/move. I find the same cars, the same carriages trailed by horses. Not real apparent evolutions. In all cases in the countryside.
The following day us seams in direction of Budapest by the north of the largest lake of Europe (77 km length).
In order to bathe us and to do a little sport, we follow a car and we find ourselves wedged in the back court of a private club. The closed automatic gate prohibiting to us very left.
Geoffroy will have the solution near an employee who explains us that it is enough to give two blows of horn to leave and that we can go very well to bathe us.
In spite of a large fun and the black eyes of the guardian, all will function as envisaged.

Our crossing of Budapest will be as absurd as that of Zagreb. We do not want especially to make tourism and besides we do not have time, even if what we see in the supers guides given by Michelin, lets to us forecast very beautiful monuments.

Newspaper of the month from the 6 to July 10 by Geoffroy and Loïc

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