Next day I visited the home of my Vancouver friends and grand parents of little Claudia in Telgart and was taken to the spring of the one of the most sung about rivers of Slovakia, Hron. Hron's spring is under the mount Besnik, few miles above the village. A small little log house shelters the spring. I have passed by this location several times over the years, not knowing that I am passing the spring of Hron. It is really sad that there is no sign pointing to it that a driver in a passing car could easily recognize.
Old saying says that.
This place is the beginning of water and the end of bread. In the old days the bread was baked in Brezno and Telgart was the last village of the county. They were the first village for tax collections and the last one for bread. There is abundance of water in the surrounding hills, but the harvest is always small as Telgart lies high in the mountains. Later on in the day, on the way to Bratislava, I was surprised by many women in the village of Polomka wearing folk dresses and bonnets, all walking in the same direction.