Hi there, I’ve just got back from Kočevje lake. While S. is staying there for a week, I joint for 2 happy days. When I was driving home I was thinking about how wonderful weekend it was.
It is the beginning off the summer, a vacation time. Could fishing week be also our main vacation? I know there are fishermen who don’t ever go to the seaside vacation because they prefer staying by the lakes and rivers. Could I do that?
Namely, the weekend by the lake seemed perfect, considering that…
… I was waking up by the lake with the sun shining into the tent
…. I had my morning coffee by the water – it’s fresh and cold outside and you have hot cup in your hands while the nature is soo peaceful
… I took a swim in the lake and there were boat rides wiiii
… fishing and eating = it is all just one big picnic!
… I could forget about this crazy, fast forward living world once the phone battery is gone
… I could see new places. On Saturday I’ve really enjoyed a walking tour through Kočevje. I mean, have you noticed already how amazing and full of water is this town?! Look!
… fishing means I have time to relax and read everything i want. And here I mean books, not blogs, not apps, not emails, not Kindle, books. Good, old-fashioned paper books.
But! Why can we then spent our vacation fishing? Why do I have to go anywhere else? Well, you see…
….whatever you say – lake is not and will never be a seaside. I want to smell mediterranean pine trees and the salt in the air. The lake water smells like muddy water and then you smell like it and you know what – after having a bath in there no one can say he/she is clean. (and so all the funniest girl&boy activities are off).
… due to unknown reason my feet keeps cold whenever I sleep in the fishing tent. I have tried different sleeping bags, I have been sleeping without any socks and with at least 3 pairs of them, in the middle of the winter or in warm summer. I swear, one night my feet will freeze up together into a tail and I will wake up like a freakin half-frozen fish!
P.s. if you read that and you happen to be working in a camping-industry please, please, do invent a sleeping bag which will keep my feet warm.
… then, a cold feet means fuller blatter so I have to go in and out the sleeping bag like 100 times per night. (Just to remind you, being a girl means you have to go into the woods in the darkest time of night and while the forest is something very very loud in the night, you have to put your trouser down, show your bottom to i don’t know which animal can see me and just hope for the best…)
… I know, whenever I whine like this some smart as* has to speak up “Why haven’t your fisherman warmed you up?” Dear romantic soul, sadly to say but the thing is: when the night falls, fishes come first and the girlfriend comes second (or third, or fourth, or tenth – depending on a number of the bites he had that night).
For a better visualisation, let me show you our “outdoor bedroom”. As you can see, we lie down apart, so he can get up and run out when the fish is on and any kind of cuddling is a big no no.
As you can see it was a very nice and sunny weekend. However I still can’t wait to go to the seaside vacation.