| turbo9. 05. 2021 21:12:00 |
Saturday 8.5.2021 (cycling trip)
Kobarid-Svino-Sužid-Borjana-Breginj-Logje-Robidišče-Podbela-Robič-Kobarid
Let me start at the end or rather with what I intended to write as the conclusion - DIVINE 
I knew it was it even before warming up to Svino, then the feeling only intensified. Wonderful places, visited many times, and mountains above them, so familiar and beautiful, lined up like the best scenes in a movie; memories waved and pounded the soul. If doctors had stuck some electrodes on my skull and measured the activity in the gray cells, they would probably think their device had broken. To Breginj without a break, but I took one and looked around thoroughly in between. In Breginj I viewed the old village core who knows how many times and chatted pleasantly there with a girl and a guy who were preparing everything for the bar opening. After the chat I petted the friendly doggy, then stepped into the nearby church for a few minutes of peace and time for memories. Up to here everything known and familiar, the continuation still unknown and eagerly awaited. The road to Logje undulated, a bit up then a bit down, several times so before I managed to get there. Short stop, then steeply down to Nadiža, curve after curve, no end or edge in sight. At Nadiža I spared myself, as the air was already too cold to think of sin, let alone the water, so I postponed the dip above and below without fail to one of the next visits. What goes down must go up, I consoled myself soon after, pushing the bike into the merciless steep and long climb to Robidišče. It was probably somewhat less awful, but hunger (I left home fasting) was already twisting me considerably; I scheduled a snack in Robidišče, as well as a longer rest. He who toils tires, I did too quite a bit, but I successfully pedaled to our westernmost lying village. Honorary loop through it to the end and back, some greetings and short chat about where from and where to, then finally food and drink, and rest. Oh, how it happened to me, not such a day for a long time. Probably very much because the surrounding mountains and places under them, on our side and the neighboring one, evoked a sea of memories, adventures, and experiences, due to which I felt very pleasant while sitting. If at Nadiža I consoled myself that what comes down must go up, now I rejoiced in the reverse. That is, what comes up must go down. Exactly that I did; after a few curves it flew so joyfully. Curve after curve, suddenly left under the road I spot the Napoleon bridge. "You crap," I almost howled and hit the brakes, barely stopping in time; not much was missing or I would have had to go a little back up the slope. The Napoleon bridge did not seem as beautiful live as I admired it in photos, but that it is cute and serves its purpose holds for sure. Then I continued speeding into the valley, but this time more cautiously and did not miss the turnoff to the grassy loner Lup, which rises above Podbela and on whose top stands the cute church of St. Helen. To there I pushed the bike uphill, thinking that downhill I would at least ride a bit, but I reckoned without the host. At the top of Lup I sat in the church porch and on the grasses, from which I gazed at the wonderful Stol ridge and enjoyed dolce far niente. Some energy is up there, at least I felt so; it seemed to me that I felt like a battery insert that you put to charge. At least to the mental part of my body that happened. As I already wrote, I pushed the bike downhill too; it wasn't far, so no bother; then I turned towards Kamp Nadiža, as I decided to continue the excursion on gravel, cart track, and MTB trail to Robič. "Trekking bike can do the devil, and I myself am becoming more skillful and brave," I told myself, "in extreme need you'll push the bike once more." Said, done. The macadam road without problems, some cart-track-like too, but slower and more cautiously; the footpath at the end is concreted, at least some climb-like there, so it went quite easily. Then also a long and muddy meadow and I was already in Robič. Happy and sad at the same time, as the whole day felt so nice that it seemed a pity that in a few kilometers in Kobarid everything would end. On the main road I pressed the pedals so easily as if I had just started the excursion; maybe St. Helen or Lup had something to do with it.
Older generations remember the subject STM (self-management with basics of Marxism), which we had for some time in elementary school. What it was about I quickly forgot, but one thing remained in my memory for life. Namely, the words of Edvard Kardelj about happiness. He said: "Neither the state, nor the system, nor a political party can give happiness to a man. A man can create happiness only by himself." And I did it, did it, and I will, even if the world turns upside down
http://tubojan.blogspot.com/2021/05/breginjski-kot-breginj-logje-robidisce.html
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