This post is more to me than you. Or at least for now is just me, but then ...
One of my recent dreams was able to complete the Triglav-Trieste Trieste-in 3 days without the use of motorized vehicles. I am convinced we can do but it must be demonstrated. A first step in this direction would demonstrate that you can get in a day bike Kobarid without too much trouble.
This first step was finally accomplished. Below find the path and considerations, before they disappear from my mind, so that they can be useful when I have to build the full path. The path that I followed is definitely not optimized but not very far from the ideal path, in my opinion. Departure
8.30. Very late, but it always happen in all colors.
The best exit is St. Pelagius: there is no traffic Fernetti and is primarily a pass down then you can take the free 40-hour dart in front of the sentry-boxes empty. Ok is a jerk and then above all we must go back, but still the best pass.
From there is up to pure Komen Karst. Now there are works in progress in the village square, in the sense that the asphalt is missing but there is a tanker that washes the road because they do not raise your dust. So is the kingdom of the quagmire.
to get out there you must take the road for Dutovje but then immediately turn left onto to Škrbina. It is obviously impossible to ask for directions to this place being his name, unpronounceable. The road that follows is decidedly the least busy to go to Nova Gorica, though there are perhaps this record with the road passing through Šibelji, which I did not because I miss a turn, a little 'and a bit my fault' because signs leave much to be desired. However you have to climb because they put a hill in the middle but the difference is lost as ever after a fire in a descent that might put a strain on the brakes, already in poor condition.
At this point, Renče, Nova Gorica now seems nearby and to reach the best thing is to follow the first one that passes, or find the signs hidden behind the shrubs, the real problem is that this road is prohibited to bicycles and then just to comply with the strict code of Slovenian road turns sharply right and ends at Šempeter Gorici first. It seems to be somewhere but then you do not make time to wonder where you are to turn the corner and you're in Italy.
So you might as well make the mistake to make a second breakfast Gorizia, at 11.20. The output from the city and bold, like all exits from the city but for the ass I can find the Transalpine and places on the highway that goes along the Isonzo.
Stradone? Yes, there are essentially two ways to get to Tolmin Gorizia.
1) road that goes up the river (36 km). It has the advantage that it is the shortest path and, following the stream, always has an acceptable slope, on the other hand is a fairly busy road and a little overview
2) brow Čepovan away (39 km). It's a bit 'longer and is more popular because there are 400 vertical meters to go first up then down, and in return offers less traffic (I think) and a most beautiful view.
I chose the first, mostly because I knew the ride would be challenging even without andarmela to look for, and at the busiest stretch of 'highway I can avoid using the roads then across the river for a few km was well tolerable. And then also the Isonzo valley offers views not bad. In future, the choice should be made on the basis of the available time and legs. A
Plave cross the river to follow the railway line and try to stay on the right bank of the river until you can.
whatever one may say the cards, to Anhovo must cross but the reward is the spectacular view of the local cement factory. Who has not seen a cement Slovenia can not understand the feeling of disorientation, hopelessness and stability that comes in a similar situation: perhaps you should take a trip to Trbovlje , the country's most terrifying Slovenia. Kanal A
begin to appear several accesses to the banks of the Isonzo. These are more or less easy, but what is immediately after the town is comfortable with low water and without electricity. In contrast to cold gelarti thoughts too. Also appear several signs that read "Pozořice NEVARNOST" ie "Danger Danger" or "Ocio the danger" that is vague enough not to leave me upset.
Arrive Tolmin 13.30. Tired. And I svacco the shade of a fountain in Piazza Primo Maggio to eat a sandwich seitan (ie a sandwich bread). The hottest time passes slowly in this place empty of people until I decide to find out if the drinking water of the fountain and go in search of some old man who speaks Italian. In fact my postcolonial presumption, reinforced by the events of a warm evening and far Ptuj, Slovenia wants all the old speak Italian.
"Prosimii, Govora italijansko?" no, "Govora angleško?" do not think so, but then attacked him: "Sprechen Sie Deutsche?" little. So we understand that both will be a difficult discussion. I began, pointing to the fountain, saying, "voda" and making the gesture of drinking from the bottle, so my inquiring look plays the role of punctuation. He replies in a strange German-Slovenian saying that there will not drink that water, he drinks from a fountain that there neighbor who tells me in detail how to achieve. Mission accomplished.
Excited by my success I also eat ice cream at an ice cream and look to share in the 15 runs behind the church. Also for the next leg there are two possible routes, but this time the choice to avoid the main road has only advantages so the advice is to take the path that goes left to the back door of the church and grintah. It seems to be in Alto Adige, but Alto is the Isonzo. Kobarid is a little town and is 16.15 miles and so far I am 104. By essentially a coffee to wash my hands and try to order a coffee in Slovenian, but the bartender does not want to give me satisfaction and insisted to speak in Italian.
Wanting to go to Triglav from here you must take to Bovec and Trenta (40 km), or the main road or, perhaps, for a small road from the bridge just before the country on the Isonzo. You should check. In any case, I head for the border to return to Italy via Cividale. The beauty is that it's all downhill from here along the Natisone up in the plains.
Cividale a sympathetic policeman, too interested in my predicament tells me how to get around the statue of Julius Caesar and Cormons take the road to where I want to take the train home. "It's a long way," she says. In fact there are less than 15 km down slightly, but he was a Big Belly. A Cormons (18.30) I can not make the ticket because the machine does not give the rest and is not empowered to issue tickets for bikes. In a burst of grintah send to fuck Trenitalia and decide to go by bike. Ok I was only a couple of hours of daylight so I am made whole on the state busy but then I wanted to go home. Arrive at 20.45 for 200 km exhausted and almost unable to breathe due to a cloud of pollen of Acacia Cividale wrapped as if it was snowing. But you can do.
