Bled: Row row row your boat
Saturday, October 8th, 2005A few years ago, back when travelling was something that other people did, more adventurous and assured people, I remember speaking to a mate who had just spent two years overseas.He spoke to me about a town in the Northwest of Slovenia, a sleepy little town nestled at the foot of the Julian Alps. It wrapped itself around a small lake, he said, in the centre of which was the tiniest of islands with nothing but a church on it.And you could hire yourself a boat and row out to this island and ring the church bell, which was said to grant your wish. The reason I remembered all this so clearly was because the name of the town was Bled. And how can you forget a name like that. So on September 26th, Bec and I travelled just 2 hours Northwest of Slovenia’s capital Ljubljana (for those who have been struggling, it’s pronounced something like Loo Biana), and arrived in the town of Bled.
Dave