After hiding the whole hot summer under a rock, unfortunately only figuratively speaking, and still not playing enough of Hunt: Showdown, we are back in action… kinda! We got an invitation to visit Slovenia. My cousin Vida and her boyfriend Boris, who is a trueborn Slovenian, which means he was born a hiker, invited us to Rogaška Slatina, just around 80 kilometres from our apartment in Zagreb. When I think about it, my hometown, Varaždin, is further from Zagreb than Rogaška Slatina. Who cares about distances when you have a good car and willpower?!?
Our hiking/playing ground was Donačka gora, also called Styrian Triglav amongst fellow Slovenians. It sounds like a joke and it kinda is because the highest peak of mount Donačka is only 884 metres high. So Sljeme or the highest peak of Ivanščica are higher. Okay, this is not a „moj tata je jači od tvog tate“ (my father is stronger than yours) contest! We are just trying to put those numbers and peaks in a context. Almost instantly, right after crossing the Croato-Slovenian border, my companion Ana and I felt that Slovenia is somewhat more lively than Croatia. Styria (yes, I know, you were wondering what the heck is „Styrian“ in Styrian Triglav, right? It is Slovenian Štajerska, a region in north-east Slovenia) is practically a mirrored Zagorje. Tell me about Zagorje in just three terms: wine, drunk but nice people, beautiful hilly nature. I bet it is always like that when crossing a border; people and nature are similar but those arbitrary lines in the sand that our ancestors fought for, yes, you know. Let’s just say they have more cows. Really huge amounts of cows.