Skocjan Caves, Slovenia

I have been blessed to be in a part of Italy where after only a couple of hours of driving in any direction other than south,  I can get to a completely different country and experience different cultures, food, ways, languages, etc. (Of course, the same could be said of driving to a different Italian region, but simultaneously the same couldn't be said about it.)  One such country I always like driving to if not just through is Slovenia, a mere two hours away from Venice, and thirty minutes away from the largest Italian city (Trieste).  The area southwest of the country is the Kras region, a landscape dominated by rocks that have eroded over time to form subterranean caverns, sinkholes, rivers, and caves.  (The term for such topography, "karstic," was derived  from the region's name.)  In Kras, the greatest manifestation of this phenomenon are the caves, one of which--Skocjan Caves--I had the opportunity to see.


First off, although other caves in the area can also be visited--Vilenica, Postonja, and Grotto Gigante near Trieste--the Skocjan caves are particularly good to see because they are not as oft-trodded as the other ones (Postonja has a train running through it and a museum inside...) and also has the distinction of containing the largest subterranean chambers and the longest underground karstic cave in Europe, as well as one of the deepest underground canyons in the world.  What the other caves offer in ease of visit Skocjan offers in scale and ability to inspire awe and fear.


The caves surprisingly enough were formed by the not so intimidating Reka River, which goes underground through a relatively small opening in the ground.  The opening is so small that a few rocks can effectively block the opening and cause the whole cave system to flood in a matter of hours.  And the view of the river from the outside doesn't prepare one for what is inside:  gothic caves straight out of comic books and a walk alongside (and across!) a canyon 420 feet deep constantly being pummeled by the strong currents of the river, the sounds of which are being echoed throughout the chambers. The river continues for another few hundred kilometers until it resurfaces in the Gulf of Trieste.


The path through the caves start off fairly safe, until one reaches the Roaring Chamber, whereabouts the path goes along the canyon walls a few hundred feet above the river.  Along the way, one can see remnants of old trails left behind by the first explorers of the caves, as well as the earliest tourists to see the caves (which makes one thankful that safety standards have been made stricter since then).  The path is well lit, but I had the good chance to see the caves during the last tour, which meant they were flicking off lights behind us as we left each chamber.  This made for a satisfyingly eery experience, and made the exit back into daylight truly something out of Journey to the Center of the Earth.

After the tour, we enjoyed homemade beer in Gostilna Mahnic, which is located right on the park entrance.  Good brews, and a great way to end an awesome tour through what could be one of the most amazing cave systems in the world.

Roana Bridge

This famous bridge linking the town of Roana to Canove is one of the most famous enduring representative of Italy's modern history in the Vicentine hills.  During its initial construction in 1906, it represented the first time that the seven communities of the Asiago plateau were geographically linked, Roana being previously separated from Canove and Asiago by the deep Valdassa.  Not only did it make commerce and transportation between communities easier, it was also seen as a manifestation of the unity between the Cimbrian communities of the plateau.  During World War I, this bridge was further seen as the connection between the Germanic north and the Italian south as it became a strategic connection between the north and south against the war with the Austro-Hungarians. Francesco Baracca, one of the most celebrated military aviator and daredevil during the war, was said to have flown under one of its arches.  The bridge, however, was destroyed during the war.  Plans were immediately drawn out after the war to rebuild the bridge, the construction of which was completed by Mussolini in 1924.


Nowadays, other than being a major connection for the people of Vicenza to the prime skiing slopes in Roana, the bridge's  fame lies largely on the large number of suicides committed on it.  Much like any tragedy, the people that live near the bridge have turned tragedy into cynical humor: a famous Vicentino advice for the desperate and inconsolable is that "there will always be Roana bridge."

Graffitti Fridays: Bratislava

Vorrei la pella nera!

Hopefully the French and Italian governments, along with the cantankerous and racist Bossi, learn like a group of Italian basketball players from one Nino Ferrer who was unashamed to declare his envy of and love for "la pelle nera."  Eschewing the xenophobia that underlies contemporary European politics, Nino's song shows the cosmopolitanism of pop culture--and the possibility of a true cultural exchange--despite Europe's sense of superiority towards the dark continent.  

Roman Street Poetry

"poetry is near to vital truth than history." - Plato

Eyesore to some, destruction to others--truth to those who see them everyday, written on the crumbling edifices of history. 

 In San Lorenzo district

 The political graffiti lining the walls of the city

"Work door to door" on an abandoned door by Via Giolitti 

 "I love you from here to the end of the world...and from there, to infinity" - along the banks of the Tiber, by Isola Tiberna

"A blank page is a poem unseen" - towards the Vatican

Vicenza Before a Storm

Unfortunately, I only had my camera phone with me, but this was the scene from Monte Berico as Vicenza braced for a mean (yet brief) storm.  The winds whipped up dust clouds and flying plastic bags, and the rain soaked the northeastern corner of the province, but what my low-fi camera failed to show is the tall Monte Pasubio illuminated by the setting sun, struggling to shine through the dark clouds.  The light further split the city in two: the red tiled roofs of the historic city center and the dark, industrial west filled with tall apartment buildings covered in soot.  Despite the cold and the wind, a few spectators rushed to the top of the hill to experience a rare moment of clarity when one could really get an idea of the tall mountains that border the city from the north.  A perfect spring dusk.

Tonezza' del Cimone and the Bucanevi

Finally, the group's first real spring hike...but it was not meant to be so at first.  The goal at first was Monte Spitz, a 1700-meter mountain that still had some snow on top.  Not only is it high and cold, it is also very far, about two valleys and three rivers between it and the starting point (it is the snowy mountain in the background of the picture below):

Sadly (?), it was everyone's first time doing the trail, and we were hopeless lost once we crossed a river and completely lost track of the trail.  Everything, however, was not completely lost.

Instead of walking through very wet, melty snow, we came across cow crossings-

hiked narrow, exposed trails and saw herds of mountain goats-

chatted with folks cultivating their lands for the first time in months-

jumped between boulders in soon to be not so dry rivers-

found out that there are poisonous snakes in Italy-

And lastly, walked through fields of wild bucanevi or crocuses, the blossoms of which is the plant world's official signal for winter's end and spring's return-

We were all sad to not see the view from the top of Monte Spitz, but I think the alternative was worthwhile.