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There is a certain atmosphere in the holiday resorts during the off season that I really like. It is hard to say just what it is, a touch of nostalgia, a hint of anticipation, a dash of surrealism, a vast, empty space for projection of images, dreams, hopes. The place hibernates, but it is much alive in the minds of people who are mostly far away. They think of it in colour, not in rainy shades of grey. There is a bit of decay in the air, of loss, but more than that, an energy of unspoken expectations and memories.

We went to Bled today for a rainy walk by the lake. Well, you could say that Bled, being icon of Slovenia’s tourism, is never out of season, but that is not entirely true. Sure, the winter season will start soon but right now it is just where I like it, neither here nor there.

If these chairs could speak, what would they tell? Stories of animate summer night conversations? Or complain about the cold and dampness of their storage, of aking wires and rust?

Bled, Slovenia – July 26th, 2009.

Up pretty early by my standards, we leave at 9 for Canyoning, and I grab some breakfast – big tub of yoghurt – and wait for the girls at their hostel. They seem to have had a pretty big night after I left – with some picking up slovenian men and going for a midnight dip in the lake. Georgie is still drunk and does a ‘Ashley’ jig from Cesky.

Doing the 'Ashley' Jig.

We hop in the car, and head out of town.  Before being called back as someone was left behind. We go to our guides crib and pick up our equipment which consisted of running shoes, booties, wetsuits and helmets. Piling into the car, we get driven out into the hills of the surrounding mountains, and end up between Bohinj and Bled at a canyon site.

We are told to put ALL of our stuff in the wetsuit and place them on like a backpack – see pic for details. And hike up about 20 minutes to the top of the canyon. Where our guide tells everyone to immediatly go to the toilet, as not to piss our wetties. Its a bit of a struggle getting on the wetsuits for most people but before you know it, the guides giving us all the info we need before setting off down the river.

Our wettie backpacks.

We climbed down into the canyon and were told to sit on the edge of this little pool – where the guide immediatly splashed us with ice cold water. Which was a good idea as we were just about to do our first dive into icy cold water.

The next few hours were spent traversing, sliding, jumping and climbing through a picturesqe canyon in Slovenia. And I must admit it was one of the most funnest activities I have done. Certainly an awesome experience. And plan to do it again, but at a higher degree of difficulty.

The gangs all here. After our canyoning trip.

We go back to the hostel, where we cook up some yummy omelletes before I say goodbye to the girls and head off to the train station to go to Ljubljana and then a train to Zagreb. Before getting on a night train to Zadar.

This would have to be one of the worst, but certainly one of the memorable train rides I have taken. The first train to Zagreb was fine – it was an Austrian train so it was modern and up to date. However, at Zagreb – where I got a quick snap – and a feed. Before getting onto the next train.

The train to Zadar was an old fashion rattler, it had compartments and I’d managed to score one by myself for a while, til some friendly Germans joined myself in the carriage with an iPod dock and speakers. Thinking I’m gonna have a pretty good trip, the ticket conductor gets on board and tells me I have to go to a different carriage as this one will be seperated and going to Split, where as I’m going to Zadar.

Zagreb Station....not much going here.

So I head to the rear carriages as told, and I have a look at all the compartments. There is one with room – an old lady, a dog and a daughter (I presume) – and ask them if I can take a seat. Only to be rudely told “Seats taken” in a forrest gump kind of stupor. Fair enough. So I dump my back in the aisle and watch as the country side goes by in darkness with a twinkly of light.

I go to get comfy leaning up against my bag in the aisle, before the friendly Austrian girl who caught the train with me from Ljubljana comes up to me and says she has a spot for me in her compartment. Sweet.

The compartment is rather small, cramped and has 4 people. We all sort of spread out, and weave around each other as best as possible whilst trying to sleep. It was basically human tetris.

Its not long til we’re all drifting off to the rattle of the train carriage.

فديو, فيديو كليب انا بيه ورومانسى من فلم, فيلم البيه الرومانسىافلام لك تحميل من

شاهد فديو, فيديو كليب انا بيه ورومانسى من فلم, فيلم البيه رومانسى – سعد الصغير 2009
تحمل وتنزيل فديو, فيديو كليب سعد الصغير من فلم, فيلم البيه رومانسى انا بيه ورومانسى

لمشاهدة وتحميل الفديو, فيديو كليب …

شاهد فديو, فيديو كليب اغنية سعد الصغير انا بيه ورومانسى من فلم, فيلم البيه رومانسى
يو, فيديو كليب سعد الصغير من فلم, فيلم البية الرومانسى – انا بيه ورومانسى

اضغط هنا لمشاهدة الكليب

|اغانى|فديو, فيديو كليب|مقطع|هدف|مسلسل|اعلان|فلم, فيلم|برنامج|حلقة|شاهد|مشاهدة|اون لاين|سرعة عالية |بدون
تحميل|اغانى|عربى|اجنبى|MP3, mp3, ام بي ثري|البوم|
2009|سينجل|نغمات|تنزيل|نزل|شعبي|راب|حمل|موسيقى|MP3, mp3, ام بي ثري

|افراح|فديو, فيديو كليب|راديو||اون لاين|بدون تحميل|مجانا|بدون اشتراك|2010

فديو, فيديو كليب انا بيه ورومانسى من فلم, فيلم البيه الرومانسىافلام لك تحميل من

شاهد فديو, فيديو كليب انا بيه ورومانسى من فلم, فيلم البيه رومانسى – سعد الصغير 2009
تحمل وتنزيل فديو, فيديو كليب سعد الصغير من فلم, فيلم البيه رومانسى انا بيه ورومانسى

لمشاهدة وتحميل الفديو, فيديو كليب …

شاهد فديو, فيديو كليب اغنية سعد الصغير انا بيه ورومانسى من فلم, فيلم البيه رومانسى
يو, فيديو كليب سعد الصغير من فلم, فيلم البية الرومانسى – انا بيه ورومانسى

اضغط هنا لمشاهدة الكليب

|اغانى|فديو, فيديو كليب|مقطع|هدف|مسلسل|اعلان|فلم, فيلم|برنامج|حلقة|شاهد|مشاهدة|اون لاين|سرعة عالية |بدون
تحميل|اغانى|عربى|اجنبى|MP3, mp3, ام بي ثري|البوم|
2009|سينجل|نغمات|تنزيل|نزل|شعبي|راب|حمل|موسيقى|MP3, mp3, ام بي ثري

|افراح|فديو, فيديو كليب|راديو||اون لاين|بدون تحميل|مجانا|بدون اشتراك|2010

موالى كل الجديد فى عالم النت

Ljubljana and Lake Bled – July 24th, 2009.

So I wake up, chill out, and head down the road to a cafe for breakfast with my american hostel buddy. Before heading back, packing the bag and going to explore Ljubljana.

I take the bus in, and go straight for the Dragons Bridge. And my first impressions and now placed in the gutter as this part of Ljubljana is amazing. Its a gorgeous little bit of the city. The Bridge itself is small, no traffic and two dragons protecting it. With the castle in the background and river below, its pretty special.

Dragon Bridge, Ljubljana.

I make my way through some markets and head to the Furnicular, to head up to the Castle. Its not a long wait, and its not long before we’re making our way up to the top of the hill. The hill is basically the centre of the town. And you get a pretty splendid view of the surrounding area. Despite the gloomy look of the majority of the city.

Ljubljana from the Castle.

I walk around the Castle, its courtyards are free, and the buildings you pay to go in. Being on a tight schedule, I opt to just walk around, then head off down to the city below. Its a pretty green walk down to the bottom, with plenty of vantage points of the city.

Chilling on the walk down.

I get down to the bottom of the hill and cruise around. There are these cool little markets around, so I go off and explore them. Before hitting a Mariachi Band and stick around and watch them do their thing y’all.

Mariachi El Ljubljana.

I get in a hurry and go off to get my bag, and head to Lake Bled. I get to the station, and call up the hostel (they have free pick up). However upon the guy arriving, he says “I can’t take you cause we’re full. I’ll drive you to town and you can get a room there”. Oh just fricking great. I spend the next 30-40 minutes searching for hostels and just staying at the first one I find. It’ll do the trick.

I go for a walk down to the Lake and it is pretty impressive. A bright, glacier blue lake that is just waiting to be dived into. There also seems to be some sort of Festival going on with lots of stalls and market shops around.

First view of Lake Bled.

I go around the corner to the supermarket to get some food and a cheap beer or 3. And on my way back I run into Clare and Georgie (two girls I met at Cesky Krumlov). We finish off the beers and head off to have some pizza at Rustic Pizza. Even though its slightly pricey, the pizza is unbelieveable. By far the best I have had (until I get to Italy). And goes down pretty well.

We go grab a jumper as its getting cool – before heading down to the Lake to watch the fireworks and get into the spirit of a festival – that is drink copious amounts of alcohol and have a good time. We grab some Mojitos to go, and beers before seeing the whole lake being flood with light.

Thousands of candle lit egg shells.

The whole lake is being covered in little egg shells with candles in them. The photos do not at all do them justice at all. Something  that you don’t see every day, but literally mind blowing.

The candle lit egg, in a plastic beer glass. All class guys.

We drink some more, and wait around for the fireworks, over the castle and monastery on the lake. Which go off pretty well. Before going to a pub and drinking some more beer. Its a pretty early night -there isn’t a lot of ‘bars’ here. But it is a pretty fun night.

Fireworks over the lake.

Fireworks on the Lake.

Bled

Tired ,just back from Bled,views were wryly amazing ,hopefully I get a chance to add some photos from today’s trip

Zmęczony, właśnie wróciliśmy z Bled,widoki rzeczywiście zachwycające,planuje dodać dodać kilka zdjęć z dzisiejszej wycieczki

smaller picture is a link to galery
klikając w mniejszy obrazek przeniesiecie się na stronę galerii

Bled

Ho terminato la stesura del diario di viaggio della magnifica motovacanza croata di questa estate.

Spero che piaccia ma sia soprattutto utile a chi desidera intraprendere un viaggio simile, con le cose ed i luoghi che non si devono assolutamente perdere.

Siamo partiti il 1° di agosto (fortunatamente avevano già chiuso il nuovo passante di Mestre perchè intasatissimo, ricordate ?! ) e siamo tornati il 18.

Abbiamo percorso circa 3700 km e speso poco più di 2000 € tutto, ma proprio tutto, compreso.

Abbiamo fatto 2 giorni a Povoletto nell’agriturismo dell’ormai mitico Giorgio Clocchiatti per vederci con amici ed farci un giretto in Slovenia, quindi 3 giorni in Istria, 1 a Senj, 2 a Plitvice, 3 a Primosten, 2 a Dubrovnik, 3 a Korcula ed una notte ad Abbazia.

Ci siamo trovati bene ovunque, mai nessun problema di alcun genere. Avevamo prenotato solo i primi 3 giorni in Istria, il resto sul posto recandoci nelle agenzie locali.

Anche se tutti quelli che ci sono già stati mi han detto che negli ultimi anni i costi di vitto ed alloggio sono aumentati, si spende ancora veramente poco rispetto ai nostri canoni…

Mare fantastico praticamente ovunque, ma soprattutto a Korcula e sulla punta di Prevlaka. I laghi di Plitvice sono un paradiso naturale incredibile.

Ma ecco il Diario vero e proprio: “Ćevapčići a colazione”

anche scaricabile in PDF

mentre le foto le potete trovare QUI

A disposizione per qualsiasi info…

In Your Pocket editor Will Dunn celebrates the 10 millionth original Bled cream cake also called ‘kremsnita’ produced by the pastry kitchen of Hotel Park in Bled, Slovenia.

Slovene photographer Jane Štravs is having an exhibition American Express in Bled. GO check out! Galerija G14, Bled, till 25.10.2009.

Time has come to tell you about the last stretch of my holiday – the part when I went roadtripping with mom in the northern Balkans.

Though I missed my company from the Swedish and Italian part of my holiday, I was by far the most impressed with Slovenia. What a spectacular country! Amazing. I mean, I had pretty high expectations, but reality surpassed them, easily. Mom was expecting it to be very “Eastern state”ish, but I who had done some research on it prior to departure knew there would be some gorgeous spots, but I still hadn’t expected the whole country to be like…well, quite frankly – Canada. And those of you who know me, know that coming from me that’s a pretty big statement.

Spectacular, sensational, stunning Slovenia!

Mom and I drove down roads less travelled, as I mentioned at some point during our trip. Coming across dirt and coarse gravel roads was most often completely unexpected; the map certainly never gave a clue of what was to come! But it made it all the more exciting, so we didn’t complain. This resulted in us coming in to Bled (paradise?) on a small gravel back road across some fields instead of on the highway, but hey who cares?!

Bled was….just wonderful. Every bit as pretty as the photos I’d seen of it. And we totally lucked out with our hotel room, which turned out to be the suite with the lake view…bliss! Even Ljubljana turned out to be gorgeous – and not even I was expecting that! I recommend everyone to make Slovenia their next holiday destination – be it in winter or summer. The country truly has a lot to offer in all seasons! For some snapshots of this European paradise, click here.

Beautiful, breathtaking Bled!

I´ve been remiss in updating, but the last three days have been a roller coaster of experiences. So much to share, so little time!

I am currently in Croatia, but I really did not want to leave Slovenia. I am in love after three days there. My last day I spent in a small lake town called Bled, in the Slovenian Alps. Gorgeous. Jaw-dropping. And the weather was perfect. In Bled, there isn´t much to the town, but the real star is the lake. It is surrounded by lush hills and mountains, towered over by a medieval castle up on a precarious ledge, and in the middle of the lake is a tiny little church on an island, like a fairytale. I strolled around the lake for about an hour, watching children feed the ducks, traditional boats called plenta carry tourists out to the island where they rang the church bell ten times for good luck, soaking up the sun, and hiking up to the castle. I also took a peek at an infamous villa. Today it is called Villa Bled, but when Slovenia was part of Yugoslavia, the Communist dictator Tito owned this villa as his own personal retreat. Today it is a hotel and restaurant, and I relished marching up the steps of a famous Communist I studied as a college history major. I also tried a traditional dessert, called kremina rezina, made in Bled. It is essentially a cream sandwich – thick cream between two thin layers of pastry. Absolute heaven with a cup of coffee.

While in Bled, I stumbled across a small crafts market and met a local beekeeper. There is a long tradition of beekeeping in Slovenia, and the beekeepers used to paint folk designs on the panels of the beehives to help guide the bees to their homes. Today they still paint these panels and sell them at craft markets along with their honey.

I left Ljubljana on a cold, misty morning at 6 am. Truly, I was and still am sad to have to leave Slovenia. I think I found my European home.

I arrived in Croatia yesterday, and it was a shaky transition. I am very proud of myself for remaining calm. Upon arrival in Zagreb, I tried to withdraw the local currency, kuna, from the ATM. No luck. I tried another ATM. No luck. I could not withdraw a single lipa of Croatian money. When I tried to call my ATM card company, I discovered it is not a 24 hour number, and with the time difference, it was in the middle of the night back home. Immediately called Mark to let him know the situation. And then told myself not to panic. As a precaution, I carry an emergency reserve of US dollars, so I exchanged just enough for 24 hours (exchange rate fees are high at exchange bureaus and banks, which is why ATMs are generally better with lower fees). Long story short, my husband figured out (after numerous phone calls) that I could get a cash advance from one of my credit cards at a local bank. There are steep fees for that, but better than waiting for wired money or using up the last of my emergency cash reserves! The reason I could not use my ATM card? Croatia is still listed by the US State Department on the travel warning list, because of the violence of 1991, so my ATM MC company does not allow ATM withdrawals there. They never mentioned this when I called twice to double-check that my ATM card would work in all the places I am traveling to. Frustrating. Always carry a cash reserve in US money.

I took a shuttle bus from downtown Zagreb to the airport, and hopped on a short 35 minute flight to Dubrovnik. Saved a lot of time over a 12 hour bus journey! I reserved my ticket back in March, so I was able to get it for only US$33.

Dubrovnik is beautiful. Magical. Surreal. It is a medieval walled city made of stone clinging to the hills and mountains along the Adriatic Sea. The sun is shining so the sea is sparkling bright blue. Think the Greek Isles or Italy. The countryside is rocky and arid. I explored Dubrovnik all day today, and it is a maze of tiny lanes, zig-zagging staircases, and secret gardens. The main streets are crowded with tourists, but slipping down a side street quickly gets you into a private world. Signs of the war with Serbia for independence in 1991 are still visible, but barely. The city has been beautifully rebuilt. There are still pockmarks from shrapnel in the stone roads and buildings, and new whiter stone next to gray stone reveals repair work.

This afternoon, my host Zeljka drove three of her guests, including me, up to the hill above the city to a small museum commemorating the 1991 war. It is inside the battered fort built by Napoleon in the 1800s, and used by the Croatian army to defend Dubrovnik from the Serbs. It is a moving museum. Video footage of the attacks. The museum is obviously slanted towards the Croatian viewpoint, but I was deeply moved. Zeljka was 16 when Croatia declared independence from Yugoslavia. The attack by Serbia on Dubrovnik was a complete surprise, and even today locals do no know why they attacked Dubrovnik, since it did not seem to serve a strategic purpose. She showed us the hill from which the Serbs bombarded the Old City for weeks, reducing it to bombed out and burned buildings and rubble. She had to evacuate to a nearby hotel basement with her family and neighbors. Zeljka explained how they did not have a real army to stand up to the Serbs, since the capital of Yugoslavia was Belgrade, a city in Serbia. Boys as young as 15 went up into the hills to defend their city. Zeljka says it was a miracle Dubrovnik was not taken by the Serbian forces, since they had a modern army with tanks, fighter jets, and a navy. There may still be land mines in the surrounding hills. I am very glad Zeljka shared all this with me – very moving, and makes all the turmoil of the Balkans real to me.

I also swam in the Adriatic today. Heaven! Now I am off to find a cup of coffee and a moonlight cafe perch…

After five awesome days in Italy, namely Rome and Venice, with Brooke and Russ, I’m right now on the Italian/Slovenian border with mom. Tomorrow we’ll make our way across to Bled which looks absolutely stunning, and from there we drive down to Istria and Pula in Croatia. Should be good! But right now I need but one thing…SLEEP!!!

« J’ai pas été élu pour augmenter les impôts, moi, hein… Si on veut augmenter les impôts dans notre pays, hein, y a tellement d’candidats pour les augmenter, vous aurez l’embarras du choix aux prochaines élections. Moi j’ai été élu… pour réconcilier la France avec l’entreprise et l’usine. Alors SI Y EN A QU’ÇA LES DEMANGE d’augmenter les impôts, i’ z’ oublient qu’on est dans une compétition et mon but c’est d’faire venir en France, faire investir en France des gens qui ont d’l’argent dans nos usines et dans nos entreprises. C’est pas d’les faire partir. » (source : Journal de Tf1, 17 mars 2009, La voix de son maître…)

Nicolas Sarkozy

Président de…  du Bled !

Brooke, Russ and I are headed to Rome, Italy, tomorrow – me in the morning and them in the afternoon. I’m counting on relaxing with an espresso in a piazza on Tuesday whilst they hurry around to see all the sights I’ve already seen, before we all catch the train to Venice mid-day Wednesday. It’ll be an awesome holiday with good food and wine, I’m sure!

Come Friday and mom arrives in Venice and the two of us continue on to first Bled in Slovenia, and then Pula in Croatia – giving us two new countries each – yeeha! So…blogging shall be light, but trust that I’ll be enjoying myself, wherever I am!

City number five: Ljubljana, Slovenia

Relatively new at being independent, Slovenia brandishes their new-found charisma in their capitol city, where revelry is tucked away yet easy enough to find, where squatters turn the remnants of past oppression into pure freedom, and where bicycles seemingly rule the world.

Accommodation: Hostel Tabor, 3 nights

Mural at Metelkova

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“City” number six: Bled, Slovenia

Locals and backpackers, business people and daredevils, all enjoy the pristine attraction of the glacial lake in the heart of this painfully beautiful and nostalgically quiet Alpine resort town.

Accommodation: Bled Backpackers Hostel, 2 nights

Un viaggio in Slovenia, vuol dire attraversare il Friuli Venezia Giulia e i suoi vigneti. Da Pistoia sono oltre 4 ore di viaggio e fare una sosta ci faceva certamente piacere, se poi c’era la possibilità di visitare la cantina di uno dei grandi viticoltori moderni perché non approfittarne. Grazie all’amico Filippo (che ringrazio ancora molto) alle 9 e 30 del mattino siamo stati accolti da Maria e Josko Gravner, persone amabili e sincere. Josko ha interrotto il suo lavoro, stava imbottigliando la vendemmia 2004 per dedicarsi completamente a noi.

Abbiamo fatto il giro dell’azienda all’inverso del ciclo produttivo e quindi dal reparto imbottigliamento siamo andati a visitare la cantina dove i vini sostano tre anni nelle grandi  botti di rovere di Slavonia. Quello di Gravner è un processo di sottrazione, un ritorno del vino alle origini, dove a determinarne la qualità  è soltanto il tempo e la mano dell’uomo nel campo, fra le vigne. Nella cantina l’acciaio è scomparso, l’uva fermenta naturalmente senza che nessuno interferisca con il processo naturale, i vini acquistano lentamente la loro consistenza anche se già il 2006 che assaggiamo dalle botti sarebbe già perfetto. Come chicca riusciamo a degustare  anche una muffato di ribolla, ancora giovanissimo ma che emana profumi di miele d’acacia ed ha un colore e una consistenza nel bicchiere semplicemente sublime, il problema è che probabilmente non andrà mai in commercio dato che esiste soltanto la barrique che vedete in foto (e probabilmente avremmo comunque aspettato almeno altri otto anni!).

Dalla cantina delle botti ci spostiamo alla cantina delle anfore,  procedimento che Gravner ci spiega con parole semplici e chiare: il vino deriva dalla terra e deve tornare alla terra per crescere. In Anfore da 2500 che hanno preso il posto dei tini di macerazione dormono il Breg e la Ribolla. E’ un luogo quasi magico e la nostra presenza sembra stonare.

Da qui ci spostiamo nel campo, saliamo sulla land rover di Gravner e ci avventuriamo fra i suoi vigneti, il lavoro non si limita alla vite, c’è la volonta di creare un ecosistema che affianchi l’uva e l’aiuti nella crescita

è in questo luogo che si vede la mano del contadino, i grappoli dimezzati, la cura estrema del terreno, tutto ci denota l’amore per il territorio, amore che diventerà così estremo da fargli coltivare in futuro soltanto la ribolla come miglior espressione del terroir friulano (bye bye Breg). Il tempo la fa ancora da padrone assoluto, mentre i suoi vicini hanno cominciato a vendemmiare, Gravner sta demandando alla fine di Ottobre, lasciando alla vigna quello che è della vigna, rischiando contro gli agenti atmosferici, ma questo è il famoso rischio d’impresa che si paga volendo fare le cose per bene.

Finita la visita sul campo ci ristoriamo nella bella casa che Gravner sta costruendo allietati dallo strudel della signora Maria servitoci nella grande stanza adibita a cucina. E’ ormai mezzogiorno e noi siamo pronti per partire alla volta di Bled e del suo castello.

Una bottiglia di ribolla e nella borsa della mia moto e ci allieterà una serata davanti al mare di Pirano.

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