From Čakovec we drive to Zabnik, a very small village on the Mur (yes, the same river that runs through Graz - see this post), where it forms the border between Croatia and Slovenia. The aim is to take a walk here and ... to cross the border. Of course I haven’t thought for even a second that there is border control at picky border crossings within the European Union (officially there are no borders within that Union), but there is.
And the Croatian part of that border control finds that idea of mine strange. "What are you going to do?" "Take a walk." "In Slovenia?" "Yes, we come from Croatia, from the other side of the river, and would like to walk in Slovenia for a bit." "Wo schlafen Sie?" (because the entire conversation is in the lingua franca, German) "In Zagreb." "So you came walking from Zagreb?" "No, we parked on the other side of the river." Anyway, after a survey of about ten minutes and checking our identity papers, we can proceed. Up until his Slovenian colleague, who is two meters further in the other part of the building. However, he is not at all curious, just wants to see our papers and says we can go on.
Since I have already lost my way, our trip in Slovenia is limited to following a Stations of the Cross for a kilometer or so, a sip of water from our bottles on a former floating water mill (more or less common in these areas - we saw the phenomenon previously in Slovakia and at the starting point of this hike, the Mlin a Muri, the mill on the Mur -), and then the same way back. When we get back to the border, the Slovenian appears to have been replaced by another customs officer, who also wants to see our papers, but is otherwise not curious at all. His Croatian colleague - meanwhile somewhat tipsy, it seems, although that may also be due to the heat - just wants to know if "Alles ist gut" and lets us through without further administration. A few mosquito bites will be all the damage we get from this walk and mosquito bites we will get more than enough for the rest of our stay.