Skocjan Caves

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After our sleep in prison, Mike and I boarded a train to the tiny town of Divaca. Just a few kilometers away is the entrance to a massive underground cave system known as the Skocjan Caves.

Visitors to the caves must join a guided tour but there are a few different routes to choose from. We stuck to the classic route since we had places to be later in the day.

Unfortunately, photographs are not allowed inside the caves but if you’d like a little peek click here.

Inside, the caves are surprisingly massive. (It’s the volume of the caves that make them so famous.) I never felt claustrophobic once. The only anxiety provoking parts were crossing the 47 meter high bridge and seeing the old dilapidated “tourist trails” on the steep sides of the caves. It’s a wonder no early tourists died on their adventures.

The tour lasts about an hour and a half and exits not too far from the ticket office. Here’s the exit point of the cave.

photo by Mike

After our spelunking, we set about figuring out how to get to Italy. It wasn’t as easy/cheap as we hoped. We needed to take the train to another town (Sezana) and then a taxi into Trieste. Once in Trieste, it got a bit iffy. With no map, limited directions to our hostel (“It’s near the Gallery”), and heavy packs, I felt a little discouraged. Luckily, wandering around the city eventually led us to the poorly placed tourist information office and then our hostel shortly after that.