24th March- Plitvice Lakes (off bike)
Up bright and early wearing our most sensible shoes (pretty lilac converse in Lauren’s case) and warmest jackets we headed to entrance 1 of the lakes. Considering it was cold and there was snow everywhere the Asian coach tourists were out in force with their cameras and tripods. I can only imagine what it’s like in summer trying to fight for a selfie spot with the waterfalls in the background.
Anyway, wow- totally worth the hassle getting here. I’m just going to let the pictures speak for themselves…
The picture don’t even do it justice, the place was stunning. By far the most amazing waterfalls I’ve seen. There was a little ferry we got across to cover more of one of the lakes and then we got this train/monster truck/bus back round. Some strange tourists around- we were giggling at these girls fighting for the best photo spot on the boat, it was like a game of who could stand the closest to the front of the boat.
We broke some rules whilst in the park, as that’s the kind of bad asses we are- there were signs not to enter, we entered, the lady told us not to go right on the track, we turned right. A wise woman once told me that you should do one thing a day that scares you. Lauren, climbing down that cave scared me, so thanks for your wise words I will live my life like this.
All that rule breaking tired us out, so we decided to ‘cook’ in the room rather than go a restaurant. This is how spaghetti, pasta sauce and poached eggs looks on a trangia camp stove in a guest house with candlelight. #classy