Our Sunday excitement was a day trip to Lake Bled to have a meander around the lake and to have the famous cake that I’d never heard of as it had somehow passed under my cultural radar. We started in the bus station buying a ticket with cash as we thought that was the only way of doing it, as well as our unwavering commitment to outdated payment methods…..
Susanna wrongly said that it was too cold, but I don’t think she tries hard enough to enjoy slightly cooler temperatures.
Bev excitedly waiting for the bus, which are operated by Arriva every thirty minutes.
There was something of a queueing system in operation, but what became clear quite early on is that there were more customers than the coach could possibly take. There will be more on this theme later, but for the moment, all four of us made it on board. Around fifteen people were just left to wait for a later bus.
It transpired that we could have bought bus tickets on the bus using cards, but there we go… The situation was confused and boarding was laborious, so we left fifteen minutes late.
The mountains come into view.
I was talking to this passenger in red about taking trains across Europe and he said he had been surprised at how bad Deutsche Bahn have been. I wasn’t, they’re bloody dreadful. Anyway, more mountains.
The bus was a fairly useless service for many as it was full from the start to the end, with no-one getting off en route. That meant that it drove by every single stop where people were waiting, including the airport where around ten people had wanted to get to Lake Bled. It was all very sub-optimal, but more on this theme later as it got much worse.
However, the bus in the morning worked for us and we were at Lake Bled after around 70 minutes, with the temperature being moderate and we could then start our planned walk. What could possibly go wrong?