The karst region of Slovenia on a misty morning has a mysterious mood to it.
It speaks of trolls and midgets with axes. Cold and calm and quiet. Little hamlets nestled in gorges, waiting for the heat of spring to come.
The unwary could stumble and fall to his death in the many sinkholes, only then for his body to be washed down into some unknown cave deep beneath the surface of the earth.
Perhaps that’s why they built bridges in the Škocjanske caves.
The Škocjanske caves, while they lack the sheer number of stalactites and stalagmites of the Postojna caves, are just magnificent. Massive deep gorges run the length of the caves, with high ceilings and deep floors.
Tourists are a plenty here too, but the caves have a down to earth quality that makes them a class act.
From Matavun, we headed towards Pliskovica, where we had arranged to sleep the night in a new youth hostel. Peter again had searched out a fantastic route on quiet country roads, with plenty of excitement.
Sign translation: Crossing railway forbidden
We had hoped to see some horses running free at the Lipica horse stables, but they were all hidden behind fences bearing signs stating the required funds to be paid to enter.
We settled for a friendly and curious pony on a nearby farm.
Just before we arrived at the youth hostel, we visited Staniel, a well preserved village atop a hill. Being Sunday, the village was alive with activity, the main event being a stone carving demonstration.
Staniel oozed age. Stone spouting, beautiful gardens…