Plunder in the Slovak Paradise, 7th-9th May 2008
It all began, as usual, with a ring. Counting out our previous plans which used to begin with "Where to go firstly? at the season`s beginning."
We wanted a duck soup as a run-up. So there was nothing but the Slovak Paradise.
The whole event had been lined up by Dolko. He had booked the chalet, made the route we tuned together later on.
The squad was superb. Me, Krto The Writing, Dudo The Brother, Jožko The Negotiant and his half Anka The Birthday, Durco The Greenhorn, Miška The Seasoned,
Dolko The Arranger, Ada The Soreknee, Peťo The Indian, Gabika The Rescuer.
The initial point: Zvolen, after 5 pm. Coordination through phones. The A group via Donovaly pass, the B group through Vernar pass without a motorway sticker.
We got together Podlesok at about 9pm. We befriended politely and we had a toast to a successful event. We drained two bottles. Then we looked round our dwelling,
had some telling, emptied beers brought by Dudo.
The other day we had some breakfast, locked our hut, sett off for Suchá Belá. One simply cannot miss this gorge as well as Tomášovský view.
We made the way in two hours like on the map. Many crossings over the stream, many ladders, a short halt on the top because we knew we would be at
Klaštorisko in a while. We had expacted more from Kláštorisko than those fucking high prices for the crappy services. 10-degree beer for 40 crowns it's too much.
... and that cabbage soup, I rather should say watter resembling it, for 60 crowns. Luckily we had some reserves with us. We made for Kyseľ along the blue path.
I recommend it since there are nice ladders and gorges. We split there because a shower'd started. Peťo with Gabika went back to the hut light the stove and the
rest of us went to Veľký Kyseľ. A less grueling but still attractive track. Dolko's phone rang, on the other side Peťo saying our hut had been broken open.
Dolko deathly paled and we began to think what we'd had there. Papers, laptop, keys, camera, hard disk, laser fescue, 5 liters of beer... so we quickened and rushed
to the hut.
The police had been there at our arrival. We scanned what had been taken. Anička dreaded most. The laptop and camera were hers.
As if by magic the burglars hadn't sighted or managed to take the computer. It was only covered by a carrier bag on the table.
That was a weight off our minds. The same with the camera, handbag and purse. As for the papers it was not as rosy. I looked at the table and saw my hard
disk wasn't there. My camera's case wasn't there but we found it behind the hut. Gabika found out her bag, papers and purse were missing.
The thing was worst with my brother. The motherfuckers had taken his rucksack with things and chiefly the key from the car! We took action immediately.
... phoning the banks for blocking up our accounts, looking for things over the forest, thinking about a way to open the car.
We succeeded in finding Gabika's bag and the car keys were sent by a bus to Poprad by Kubo. Thanks a lot to you as well as the PP 577 BI line driver.
Fortunately we caught the last connection to Poprad. After a police technician had snapped the scene they took us to the station to write out a record.
We waited for the keys, returned to the hut which was not optimistic, made a bonfire, roasted some sausages, drew up a plan for the next day and went to sleep.
In the morning, we ate breakfast, packed what was left, and were getting ready for our departure. Jožko and Dudo went to the cottage keeper to settle the case but he wasn't too much disposed.
We wanted our money for accommodation back at least but he wasn't willing even to hear us out. So we let things slide.
The arrival to Tomášovce was good except the Roma's houses all around. So we rather drove back to the centre of the village and left the cars there for safety. After a half hour we were at Tomášovský view.
Some shots and we made on for Hornád's mouth. We stuffed ourselves with bacon, onion, home-made paste, wieners, simply everything wholesome. We paid 45 crowns as an admission
fee which is good since we contribute to the Slovak Paradise renewal. The left beer we drank at Letanovský Mlyn and scudded to the cars. Luckily they were there.
We split into three groups A, B, C. The B and C went to a superb pizzeria in Poprad, then we separated since we, the B group, drove through Ružomberok to drop
Jožko and Anička off. Me with Dudo reached our home at 10 pm.
What to conclude? It's fine in Podlesok but they steal there much. Better is to find a private in a nearby village. You cannot do anything once you were robbed.
Don't let to spoil your hiking in The beautiful Slovak Paradise by a fucking robbery.