Soon after I arrived at Mukinje, I set off down a track through the forest towards the lake, where I couldn't quite figure out what to do next or how to go about it. Finally I bought a two-day ticket and hopped on a shuttle bus which took me, squeaky-braked, up the “top”, wherever that was. I set off along a random track for want of better information, and entered a green waterworld. At home, one waterfall is an event. Here, they appear in congregations and choirs, a half circle of companion falls, tumbling out of greenery into aquamarine water. Always there was the sound of water, so different from the sound of the ocean at home, which arrives and departs. Always I was walking on a rough boardwalk, eyes focused on not tripping. Whenever I stopped (often) there was a vista worth stopping for. Occasionally it was a placid reed-fringed lake, but usually it was a ring of white water, streaming or curling, from a sheer rock face or over and around mossy rocks. I had to turn back because part of the track was flooded, and of course everything looked different. My blogging commitment to only show 15 photos per post is going to be severely challenged.
I took myself to an early dinner at Poljana Restoran – vegetable soup, followed by grilled trout – for a total of 82 kuna (about $16AUD). I was triumphant and exhilarated at the delights of the day, until I realised I didn't know how to find the track back up to Mukinje. I had to plead fatigue and stupidity, until someone virtually led me to rocky stairs less than a hundred metres away. I was so exhausted in fact that I had a rotten night's sleep.
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