Gate-crashers, like streakers, have this knack of giving you no warning. They take you completely unawares. They hardly ever sneak up from behind. So during this morning’s shower I wasn’t even given the courtesy of a knock. The above said gate-crasher simply walked straight in, his beady little eyes looking straight at me. His croaky voice feebly uttered something, which I didn’t understand. Then he proceeded to slowly eye me up and down, as if trying to draw a reaction.
Today, we move on from Kamp Bled to Camp Danica, Bohinjska Bistrica. A short skip south west. Not every pitch is pitch perfect. i.e. not level. So, we carry around a couple of angled wheel chocks, that Beastie rolls up onto to get us level. Unusually, we needed just the one at Kamp Bled. It wasn’t until reaching our new site did I realise that we’d rolled down and off it and left it in its place. Oops. Blooper number one! We’re hoping whoever is now in our place hands it in and doesn’t roll off with it.
It’s Mary-Ann’s birthday today. Is it my imagination? Is she getting more gorgeous as the years go by? We spend the late afternoon walking out from camp along the winding path and into the stillness of the valley that stretches down to Lake Bohinj. No cooking or washing up on this evening’s menu.
Now, where was I? Ah, yes, in the shower. At first I thought it was an insect. Then, a bird’s claw. Then, as more came into view, I could make out a webbed foot. His brazen gait edging ever closer from under the shower door. Hoping I wouldn’t notice him no doubt. No chance. He was huge. Down there I guess he couldn’t notice the red “occupied” sign. He caught my look of indignation and slowly backed out. His portly profile easily filling the width of my hand as I moved him to a safer hiding place.
