Our last day in Slovenia was fine and warm, so we got on the bus to Planina, to begin an afternoon’s walk on part of the Via Dinarica, towards Predjama. I used a topo map downloaded from the Dinarica website to navigate by. It had all sorts of useful "bits" shown on it, so we figured it would do.
If the small portion of the trail we walked that day is any indication, our decision to not do more of it was sound. The dots just didn't join up. Almost straight away, the marked route left a perfectly good road and hared off into the undergrowth. Only a sheep would have called it a way on. It quickly became clear that the route marked, whilst accurate for much of the time, wasn't reliable enough to use verbatim. Our map-reading skills had to be completely dialled. For example, we would be following a gravel road, when it would suddenly stop in the middle of a paddock. We'd need to figure out where the trail was likely to go next, and head across country to intercept it. The route changed, without warning, from an obvious path to faint dots painted on overgrown rocks.
On the way we passed two churches, built on high points along the ridge. We weren't sure if they were for local farmers or if the faithful were expected to climb three hundred metres up through the forest, to say a word or two on Sunday. There was a local guy resting outside the first church, who told us it had been built in 1654. Towards the end of the day, we took a side path up to the second church. It seemed to be about the same age as the first one, and had old stone steps leading down into a village far below.
After seven hours on the go and with very few rests, we dropped down into the village of Gorenje. We'd planned to catch the last bus from Predjama at six-thirty but missed it. Trudging along the road through a small village, still about fifteen kilometres from home, we had the most incredible luck. We asked a woman if she could call a taxi for us. She replied that she was driving to Postojna that minute, and would give us a lift. To make it even more perfect, her destination was literally right next-door to our apartment. I think that's a year's luck used up, right there.