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You didn't know this about my country !
(25-06-19, 08:46 PM)ClairefromFR Wrote: How remarkable. Vive le Triglar.

BTW, is it very difficult to climb the Triglar? Not that I can anymore but by sheer curiosity, from a mountain-lover

It is Triglav. Tri = 3, glava = head, hence Tri-glav = Three-Headed. 

Triglav actually just has two peaks - Veliki Triglav (Big Triglav) and Mali Triglav (Small Triglav).

There are several access routes, from quite easy ones (well, relatively easy) to medium to very demanding for amateur mountaneers (knowledge of some basic climbing skills needed, such as putting on a climbing harness and basic protection using binding yourself with harness ropes onto the permanent iron ropes ferrata for protection - to get over the most exposed parts). And of course then there is the legendary Northern Wall of Triglav - a massive impressive rock wall crisscrossed with all sorts of proper rock-climbing routes, from easy to very difficult.

Here is a description of the most popular routes:

5 Great Routes to Summit Mount Triglav
https://www.muchbetteradventures.com/mag...t-triglav/

No 1 is the fastest and quite easy, and no 4 also quite easy but longer. To finally reach the Triglav peak, you have to do some ferratas and some exposed sections.

I did No 2 (Čez prag) and No 3 (Bamberg - we actually prefer to call this one Čez Plemenice, because Bamberg is German Wink ). You have to sleep at least one night in a mountain hut - not possible to do it in one day (unless one is able to run up and down).

No 3 is crazy - I did it with two British friends who are both also good rock climbers, and they thought that we Slovenians are totally insane, but they did enjoy it.  Big Grin Actually, we started the day before from the Vršič pass, via the Prisojnik window to Prisojnik summit, and slept in a mountain hut to then do Čez Plemenice the next day. You see, that Prisojnik route is totally crazy, dangerous, exposed too - and one point you have to take your rucksack off and push it in front of you to be able to crawl between a narrow ledge and the rock above right on a very exposed rock face. Here is a description of this route:
http://www.slovenia-trips.com/eng/hiking...the-window

Back to Triglav, I did No 5 the Valley of the Seven Triglav Lakes on another occasion, without ascending Triglav. Magic. Each lake is different. It is quite incredible that all this beauty is packed into such a small space. Here are some photos of the Seven Lakes (with commentary in English):
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Some more photos:
https://www.lepote-slovenije.si/triglavska-jezera/

The thing about Triglav is that the way it is positioned as the highest peak it can bee seen from afar from all directions, without other mountains obscuring the view. We can see it from Ljubljana - like this:

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You can also see Triglav from Piran on the Adriatic Sea - like this:

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Well, there is a story about how we came to live in this magic place on earth, with the Alps, lakes and rivers, and the Mediterranean Sea and the Karst and the vast forests and the Panonic plain all packed into a miniature country. After god created the world, he called all the nations to come to him and assigned their homelands to them. The mighty German wrestled to the front of the queue and got a good piece of land, and so did the posturing Froggie and then the pompous Italian. One by one, all nations got their homelands and went away. Finally, there was just a small Slovenian left, waiting patiently right at the back of the queue for his homeland. When the Slovenian came to god, god looked at him and said: 'Sorry, but I have already given all land away, there is nothing left for you.' The Slovenian sadly walked away. God watched him go, and called him back: 'Actually, I have saved a small piece of land, the most beautiful one, for myself. But I will give it to you.' There - this is how it all happened.  Smile
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(25-06-19, 08:46 PM)ClairefromFR Wrote: Vive le Triglar.

Claire, I forgot to say something quite important in my previous post about how Jakob Aljaž bought land on the peak of Triglav to make sure that Triglav is in Slovenian hands. After he did all that, bought the land, put up the tower, wrote the Triglav song, he donated the tower to the Slovenian Mountaineering Society (which was established in 1893 - two years earlier). A real patriot. Not a nationalist, a patriot. It was all not about him, but rather about the community of which he was a member. Not grabbing, but rather sharing. He left a lasting mark, in the very soul of his nation. He did things that make us feel proud as a community even when we are most oppressed, or when we are ranting about... well, everything. He towers above it all, with love.

And the Aljaž Tower is still having an exciting life. It is now a protected national monument. You asked about how it is to climb Triglav - here is a video about people climbing Triglav to celebrate 120 years of the Tower, in 2015:


Watch at Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSm5b2yj...EV&index=5

The route they took is quite fittingly from the Vrata (Door) valley - it is where Aljaž lived, and at the end on the valley there is the Aljaž mountain hut. They walk up the valley and then up the Northern Wall of Triglav. At 2 min 38 sec they arrive to the Kredarica mountain hut (hey, Jakob Aljaž organised building of this hut too - and many other mountain huts) - the closest to the Triglav summit. Watch the video from this point on - it is the final ascent which is quite exposed, over ferratas and all. Then at 5 min 28 sec they are on the peak - where there is a ceremony celebrating 120 years - including the song Oj Triglav moj dom. I think that Aljaž would be most happy to see all these Slovenians gathered at his tower, 120 years later. One of the speakers says: "The states have changed, but the Tower remained." Indeed it did. It was born in Austria-Hungary, then it was on the border of the Kingdom of Yugoslavia and Italy, then even in the Third Reich, then in the Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, then in independent Republic of Slovenia and finally also in the EU. Strange that - a Slovenian does not need to travel anywhere to live in different countries; the generation of my grandparents went though it all, I did just the last part. If you are a Slovenian, you do not really need a passport - and in particular not an 'iconic blue' one - just stay put and pronto you not just visit but also live and work in different countries with different systems, ha ha ha (even in Napoleon's France!). At 13 min 15 sec, the people sing to the Tower the Slovenian version of 'Happy birthday to you' - the song Kolkor kapljic tolko let (As many years to you as there are drops of wine in the glass - we sing this at birthday parties standing with raised glasses of wine, but no alcohol recommended when trying to negotiate the Triglav ferratas, hence just singing).

Then in the summer of 2018 when it was 123 years old, the Tower went for another adventure - it was lifted by a helicopter to travel from Triglav to the valley, for restoration works. It has been painted and vandalised quite a lot in its life. Here is the weird sight of a flying tower from 4 min 5 sec (the beginning of the video contains some footage of the Triglav mountain region):


Watch at Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvWO7bdBTo8

The Slovenian army provided the helicopter (a really great use of the military equipment and expertise - much better than for wars).

For some time, Triglav was not quite itself, without its Tower. It felt as if Slovenia was somehow not complete. But the Tower soon came back, all as new, to keep company to our Triglav for the next 123 years.  Smile 

PS: Claire to you and our other Froggies - we have this Aljaž Tower (and of course Triglav), you have the Eiffel Tower. But how do you feel about the Eiffel Tower? And if not the Eiffel Tower, perhaps something else in France, in its history, that could be comparable to our Aljaž Tower? And posters from other nations, what stories and feelings of this kind does your nation have? What are your national symbols with a similar power to unite?
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(25-06-19, 08:46 PM)ClairefromFR Wrote: How remarkable. Vive le Triglar.

Claire, in relation to your mixed European roots, all this early mountaineering in Slovenian Alps also had another hero - Julius Kugy. Jakob Aljaž lived 1845-1927 and Kugy 1858-1944, so they were contemporaries. Just read this (from wiki):

Quote:Julius Kugy was a mountaineer, writer, botanist, humanist, lawyer and officer of Slovenian descent. He wrote mostly in German. He is renowned for his travelogues from opening up the Julian Alps, in which he reflected on the relationship between man, nature, and culture. During all his life, he opposed competing nationalist ideologies in the Alpe-Adria region, insisting on the need of peaceful co-existence among Slovene, Italian and German peoples.

Julius Kugy was born to Slovenian family in Gorizia, then part of the Austrian Empire (now in Italy). His father Paul was a farmer from Lind (Lipa) near Arnoldstein in the Carinthian Gail Valley. His mother Giulia was the daughter of the Slovene poet Jovan Vesel Koseski. Kugy was educated in a multi-lingual environment: from an early age he was fluent in three of the four languages of his native Gorizia and Gradisca region: Italian, German, and Friulian. Kugy did not speak Slovene, as he also writes in his book Aus dem Leben eines Bergsteigers. However, he did later learn to read Slovene. During his childhood he would spend the summers in his father's native village of Lind, where he developed his interest in nature and mountains.

Julius attended the German language secondary school in Trieste and continued his studies at the University of Vienna, graduating in law in 1882. Upon returning to Trieste, he took over the management of the import-export company Pfeifer & Kugy, co-founded by his father.

He explored large portions of the Eastern Alps, dedicating most of his mountaineering career to climbing in the Julian Alps, where he discovered and marked more than 50 new routes. Local guides helped him climb many a previously unconquered peak in the Julian Alps: he became famous for climbing Škrlatica and Jôf di Montasio.

In addition to mountaineering, Kugy was interested in many other subjects such as literature, botany and music. One of the riddles he tried to solve was a mysterious plant species Scabiosa trenta, described by Belsazar Hacquet and later proven by Anton Kerner von Marilaun to be a specimen of the already known Cephalaria leucantha. Together with his friend Albert Bois de Chesne he created an Alpine botanical garden near Bovec [now in Slovenia, in the Trenta Valley]. He was among the founders of two amateur music societies in Trieste: the Philharmonic Society and the Palestrinian Chorus. He also donated an organ to the Mekhitarist church in Trieste.

After Italy declared war on Austria-Hungary in 1915, Kugy volunteered to the Austro-Hungarian Army. In the Battles of the Isonzo his mountaineering knowledge and experience proved to be extremely valuable and he was promoted to the rank of Second Lieutenant. He was demobilized after the Battle of Caporetto.

After the War he closed down his company and dedicated his time to writing and lecturing throughout the Slovene and German speaking lands.

During World War II, Kugy rescued several Slovene alpine climbers from the Dachau concentration camp, and collaborated with the Slovene partisan underground resistance in Trieste. He died in Trieste in 1944.

A true European.

Kugy has this romantic streak with his search for a 'mythical' flower - which he could of course not find. Well, the botanical garden near Bovec which he helped establish is still going - and it is most wonderful, now called the Juliana Botanic Garden:
https://www.pms-lj.si/juliana/en/about-juliana

Jakob Aljaž has his monument close to his Mojstrana village - he is pointing in the direction of Triglav:

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Julius Kugy's monument is in the Trenta Valley, looking at the mountains which he loved so much (the peak he is looking at is the magnificent Jalovec 2645 m, the 6th highest mountain in Slovenia):

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How beautiful. I long to go there.

Thanks Ajda. Alpine countries shares the same love for their beautiful mountains. That's what makes Barnier's roots so appealing to me. People who walk and climb them find the space for their thoughts to expand and to get closer to the mighty nature they are a part of. 

I love the Eiffel tower. I suppose it is every French kid's dream to go up there when they go to Paris. But I confess I never been up the Eiffel tower. Blush It was always so crowdy whenever I wanted to. It was supposed to be dismantled after 1889 Exposition universelle. https://www.toureiffel.paris/en/the-monu...exhibition

It is as graceful as other Eiffel's constructions. If you go to France in the Cantal, you'll have to see the Viaduc de Garabit, another Eiffel work.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garabit_viaduct
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(27-06-19, 07:20 AM)ClairefromFR Wrote: I love the Eiffel tower. I suppose it is every French kid's dream to go up there when they go to Paris. But I confess I never been up the Eiffel tower. It was always so crowdy whenever I wanted to.

So while the Slovenians are going on our national pilgrimage to Triglav, which takes a lot of effort over two days and is not for the faint-hearted, Žabarji cannot be bothered to go up their beloved Eiffel Tower with an escalator because it is a bit 'crowded'. Aaaaaaaaa...  Big Grin Big Grin Big Grin 

Claire and other Froggies, I will now tell you our national secret. We quite like going to the Eiffel Tower. But we only do it so that we can stand in front of it sneering at stupid France, wondering what the hell we are doing there, bursting spontaneously into songs about the iconic beauty of Slovenia and then saying 'let's go home' - like this:


Watch at Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Re-xbiTV-b0

The title of the song in the video is Slovenija, od kod lepote tvoje? = Slovenia, whence thy beauty?, and here are the lyrics:
https://www.facebook.com/perpetuumjazzil...035233023/

Big Grin Big Grin Big Grin  

PS: I have been on top of the Eiffel Tower. Just saying.  Wink
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The legend about Zlatorog / Goldhorn (Slovenia)

Before I stop boring you all with our Triglav, I wish to share with you an old Slovenian legend which I think is a nice contribution to European cultural heritage. This is the story about Zlatorog.



The Valley of Triglav lakes and Komna plateau were once a green heaven. It was inhabited by White women, good fairies who kept the mountain pastures green. They also visited the lower valleys and helped humans whenever they found them in need. They also helped women at childbirth. A child who was delivered into the world by them, was protected by the White Ladies for the rest of his life. They never asked for thanks or payment. But they didn't allow anyone to enter their Lake Valey. If anyone accidentally or because of arrogance got close to their homes, they would hurl down rocks and stones and avalanches, or cause terrible storms of snow and hail and would force people to return to the valley. The Lake valley was also home to a heard of white goats whose leader was Zlatorog (Goldhorn). He was indestructible. If it got hurt, from his blood a miraculous flower, called Triglav rose would spring.

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Zlatorog / Goldhorn

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The Kingdom of Goldhorn (The Valley of Seven Triglav Lakes)

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Triglavska roža - the Triglav rose (Potentilla nitida), endemic in eastern Alps

If Goldhorn ate a single leaf or petal from this flower, he would instantly recover.  His golden horns were the key to unlocking a big treasure, which was hidden on Bogatin (Rich) mountain. The treasure was guarded by a multi-headed snake, dragon. 

The only mortal, who was allowed to climb on the highest summits of the Lake Valley, was the son of a beautiful widow – the Trenta Hunter. He was delivered by the White women, so he was under their special protection. 

The Trenta Hunter had a girlfriend, a daughter of an inn keeper who owned a tavern on the confluence of Koritnica and Soča river. One day innkeeper’s daughter caught an eye of a rich Venetian merchant. He gave her lots of expensive jewelry and promised her life in great luxury if she married him. When Trenta Hunter came next time to the tavern to see his girlfriend, the girl’s mother demanded from him to produce a treasure that will match the wealth of the Venetian merchant, or he will never be allowed to see her daughter again. Alternatively he could bring back a bunch of Triglav roses in mid-winter to prove his fidelity – an impossible task.

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Confluence of Koritnica (right) and Soča (left).

The young hunter, desperate and hurt left the tavern. On his way out, he was joined by the Green Hunter, who was known in the valley to bring into troubles many decent young guys. It was the Green hunter, who proposed to the Trenta Hunter to kill Goldhorn, take his golden horns and with their help take all the treasures of Bogatin (Rich) mountain. Once he brings Bogatin treasure to his girlfriend's mother, she was surely going to let him have his sweetheart back. 

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Mount Bogatin (2005 m)

They started climbing the mountain the very same night, and in the morning as the sun rose they spotted the Goldhorn. Trenta Hunter took aim and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit Goldhorn. The blood gushing from Zlatorog’s wound melted the snow and up sprang a magical Triglav rose. The dying Goldhorn nibbled on a few petals and was instantly healed. It jumped up and leaped away. Wherever he touched the ground, snow melted and Triglav roses sprang up from under his hooves, luring the Trenta hunter onto higher and higher ground. But as they climbed, the sun caught Zlatorog’s shiny horns. The hunter was blinded, lost his footing and plunged into a gorge.

The once kind and trusting Goldhorn was enraged that he was treated in such a manner. In his fury he gored his way through the Triglav Lakes Valley, leaving it much as it looks today. He left the area with the White Ladies, never to return.

The innkeeper’s daughter waited in vain for her lover to return home. As spring approached, the snow began to melt, swelling the Soča River. One day it brought her a sad gift: the body of Trenta hunter, his lifeless hand still clutching a Triglav rose.



I copied the English version of Zlatorog from this blog:
http://oldeuropeanculture.blogspot.com/2...dhorn.html
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