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The great Alaskan dream.

vol.3

The final act of our Alaskan dream was traveling north west to see the full glory of Matanuska glacier. Hard to explain the feeling of standing on a glacier. On one hand you simply feel blessed and overwhelmed by this natural wonder. One the other hand there is a hint of guilt on our part as we perpetually progresses in a lifestyle that is not only destroying our planet but also stealing the quality of life of the future generations that most likely won’t be as fortunate to witness this kind of wonders.

As I said the scenes are ever changing and just about an hour east away from the Matanuska we took a turn to this side road that led us to the hands dow the most beautiful valley i have ever seen. A river wide as the ocean, and the hearry mountains growing out of it. It seem like time stopped there, like there was no worries no work and no trouble just this simple scene that woke something deep within me. 

Even tho we covered a lot of miles and seen a lot of places, we honestly haven’t done much hiking and well that had to change! Friendly local ranger pointed use to the Summit Lake area where you could do all the hiking you want. It was quite an experience to see circular lakes so far out in the mountains. The tourism is a real thing up in this places but you can still find nice quiet peaks where you can just be and let it be. 

On our last day, on our way back to the Jim’s house Alaska blessed us with yet another gift. the most stunning sunset over a Takitna river. We stopped, said some nice words, smoke some weed and just relax and be grateful for the whole experience this magical land provided us. 

Alaska thank you for truly being the last frontier.

The great Alaskan dream.

vol.2

The great Alaskan dream.  vol.1

Since it was work that brought us this far north-west we had to spent first couple of days in Anchorage. It is Alaskan biggest town (5000 km²)  and it hold about 40% of all population. That being said the place wasn’t crowded at all. Now even tho we lived in urban scapes we got to find some really scenic coastal locations that spread on for miles. We got to see Capitain James Cook memorial statue and its viewpoint.

This years gypsy trip started in Bovec. We arrived there quite late so we didn’t make much progress the first day, but we did find a nice quiet beach on wich we set our camp for the first night. Since it was an opening to our trip we decided to celebrate it a bit (too much). In the middle of the night at one side of the valley the clouds started dancing with each other and created lightnings and thunder and overwhelming view. We only hoped that it wasn't directed towards us but oh it was. It hit us within minutes just in time to get to safety where we softly fell asleep.

Next day it was the hot sun that woke us up. We took time for breakfast and morning swim in cold Soča river. After packing things up we started walking and we did over 15 kilometers on Alpe Adria Trail but at the last stop we took a wrong turn and lost a lot of time and more important water so we had no chance but to take a bus to Kobarid where we set up a camp in some swamp type field. In the evening we went to the town to one of the oldest pizza places in Slovenia.  On the third day it was the sun that woke us up yet again. The horrible air in the tent and the frogs and all the others loud animals didn't help. So we quickly packed up our things and marched on to the town where we left our backpacks and we had a quick tour on World War One memorial statue Kostnica from wich we continued a path to Kozjak waterfall. After sightseeing we started making progress and in mid day we reached Tolmin. We finally took a shower in Soča river and afterwards when we un-freezed ourself we chilled on the beach for a while enjoying the sunset and the progress that we did that day.  It was not the sun that woke us up this morning it was the sound of rain. Heavy rain kept us closed in our tent for the better part of the day but as soon as we could we continued our journey to Most na Soči where we aboared on a train towards Kanal. A nice village full of culture gave us a warm welcome with cold beer and wine.  One of the three companions gave us a sad news. He decided to give up the trip due to his blisters and university related problems. After lunch we said farewell and marched on towards Šempeter. As we lost one member we gained one more. It was Luidgi the shoping cart and he didn’t mind caring our luggage. We made it to the train station from where we rode to Štanjel. An old medieval castle town was a real eye treat in witch we spent most of the day exploring the colture and bottoms of wine glasses. It was in the evening that we started walking towards Dutovlje where we set up a camp in the middle of the wineyard.  Cars, trucks and tractors were our alarm clock that morning. After coffee we made our way to Sežana. There we made a new plan about the trip. We decide to go on a Bazovanian road wich crosses a border with Italy. We arrived in Basovizza town and as soon as we wanted to go on towards Slovenia we realized that the road was not friendly on foot. So we hiked on alternative way wich lead us uphill and well soon enough the road stopped and the view unfolded. We were above Trieste and more important we finally saw the seaside and to make things even more glorious the sun was going down and the sunset colours were reflecting in the sea. We set up a tent right there close to the edge. In the middle of the night we discovered that that idea wasn't really the best due  strong winds from coast lines. We grabed our tent and relocate it in more bushy place where we had a good night sleep..  In the morning we changed our course once again. Instead going to Slovenia we went down hill to Trieste where we did some sight seeing You are not really in Italy until you eat proper Italian pizza wich was really good. Since we were full and the sun was high and hot we decide to take a different type of transport to Slovenian coast line. We bought tickets for a ship wich droped us in Piran where the GypsyTrip ended. 

Peter Hafner memoriam is a festival dedicated to a highschool professor who changed so many lives. He was more than a professor, he was a friend and a good company to all of his students and beyond. In his free time he organised extra math lessons as well as music events in Ostriga.

One summer night Škofja Loka was wearing flags of Laibach. Notorious Slovenian struck with all they had and they had a lot! Playing over half of their latest album Spectre and all of the old classics like Rossiya, Tanz mit Laibach and God is God.

Last summer me and my buddy Miha Veber had an idea to do a bike trip to Tolmin Slovenia. We started our journey in Škofja Loka at about 6:00 am and for the rest of the morning climb our bikes to a beautiful mountain village of Sorica where we had a few sips of coffee. From there was downhill (thank god) to a town Podbrdo. Bumpy road continued to our destination Tolmin. After 70 km of uncomfortable bike seat my bottom was so happy to sit down at a pizza place and had a (n)ice cold beer. We noticed that the town was full of long haired, black shirted people.. It hit us. Metaldays were that week. The hour was late and we had no place to crash. We saw a hill above the town and said “oh well” we hiked up there, set up a camp, chill out a bit and went to bed.

After a fresh morning coffee we packed up our stuff and head down to town to get some breakfast. As soon as we saw how much fun people were having at the festival we made a choice to buy the ticket.. the temptation was just too big. Unfortunately we arrived at the last tree days of the fest but it matters not. Bands were great, shows were amazing, people super nice, beer ice cold, and all this in the most beautiful environment.