Seconds after my colleague waved to me to come closer, I catch a glimpse of the chamois. A majestic animal that isn’t afraid of taking chances and instantly disappeared from the steep walls above Kolpa river. “We might spot another one,” says a fellow hiker. But immediately after that, I forget about the timid cavicornian creature because a fantastic view has opened before us: a multitude of small and larger…
Peter Klepec – a mighty hero of the Kolpa and Čabranka Valley
A frail child becomes a hero Small and frail, barefoot and wearing patched-up clothes. He led the sheep or oxen to pasture on steep slopes that loom over the Kolpa…
Georg Jurij Jonke – the Gottscheer beekeeper
“The authority on beekeeping in the Carniola region in the 19th century”, “the author of one of the fundamental works on Slovenian beekeeping”, “teacher of beekeeping”, “preserver and benefactor”, “one…
World War I memorials in the Kočevska (Gottschee) region
The World War I, or the so-called Great War, is known as one of the greatest tragedies in human history. It has not befallen only countries or areas where the…
The autumn come and all men vanished – the peddler’s trade in Kočevska (Gottschee) region
“The Gottscheers were peddling folks. The autumn come and all men vanished. They ventured forth to various cities – all the way to Berlin. Many of them earned well and…
The Koblarska cave (Koblarska jama) and the Black cave (Črna jama)
You should visit some when it’s raining. Or snowing. That is, if you want to witness the majestic interplay of water seeping through the floor and falling to the basin,…
The water powered the sledgehammer as well
Verderber’s blacksmith workshop in Spodnja Bilpa Water and fire. The force of the former could be curbed only partly: through a lifted or half lifted flap it rushed in the…
Kočevje little bombs (kočevske bombice)
“Once when my father was making the dessert, it fell to the floor and fell apart,” reveals Roman Batis and adds: “and that is why it got its name Kočevje…
Wellcome to the Gottscheer blog!
During my student years, which I labelled “good ol’ times”, I quenched my thirst for new experiences by spending a good part of the year travelling. It was abroad that…