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21-23/06/2003
Bled, 21-28 June 2003 (part I)
Peter Cameron2006-03-12 12:11:12
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the spectacle while the light faded. The colours turned peach and slate (this sounds contrived but isn't), while a duo played oldies on keyboard and guitar in the restaurant across the road while a couple of senior citizens danced with skill and obvious enjoyment, and huge ants scurried to and fro. When the colours had faded, I had finished a remarkably good meal, and went home to bed.
22/06/2003
I was woken at 5:30 by the minibar fridge switching on: a very soft noise, but I wake convinced that it is the alarm and I have to get up and catch a plane. (Yesterday I woke up before the alarm, set for 5:30 but in a different time zone.) Memory of where I am returned and I turned over and slept again.
It was overcast when I got up, but the clouds were lifting. I sat at the sunny end of the terrace and had an excellent breakfast in the hotel, after which I sat on the lake shore for a while, listening to the bells from the town church. They ring very rhythmically, with simple, slowly-changing melodic patterns, almost like something by Philip Glass.
Scullers were rowing up and down a straight course, and a small convoy of boats returned from the island. Small birds skimmed low over the water catching insects, some hitting the surface; an occasional fish jumped.
The clouds drifted up and dispersed and the sun gained strength. I walked to the castle a different way (up through the old town, with fine old middle-European buildings, some in poor repair) and back behind the church. By the time I went running, the sun had burned the clouds back to yesterday's level, and it was quite hot. I ran round the lake in half an hour.
Back at the hotel, registration had started, and so I picked up my pack before going for a shower. I went out to lunch in the pizza restaurant in the shopping centre in quite a big group. The pizzas were so big that staying awake in the afternoon session was a struggle.
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