So, after an hour we reached civilization where a group of firemen tried to protect a roofless building, a freshly re-roofed house got its chimney upturned and a part of the roof got thrown into a potato patch. Enough is enough, so we called my dad in Cerkno to pick us up. The owner of the homestead offered us schnapps and hot tea. According to her there was a hurricane coming from Matajur, just like the ones you see people chase on TV (in Soviet Russia the hurricane chases you) and tore off the roof of the building. Luckily we managed to avoid the hurricane and we had no intentions to have flying lessons. Looking back on stages B05 and B06 of the yellow Via Alpina trail, we had some extreme weather, so it would be better to attempt it in spring or in autumn, paying closer attention to the opening hours of the mountain cottages. Are we going again? Most likely, but only in daily doses.
