So this is the end, it is over, gedaan, se acabo, finito… 7 more kms to the festival site and three days to get ready before it begins.
The good thing is that we still have no idea how we are going to get back and if we spend enough money we won't have anything left and will be forced to pedal back home. Hmmmmm, tempting
but Maria says NOOOOOOO. But she also says she is tempted to go back by bike, see a part of Italy and France, maybe visit our good friends in Austria or spend some nice time with the vikings at the beach...
These last days were quite hard, with the will to get there but also not wanting to get there too fast.
We ended our trip almost in the same way we started it, in a storm of rain, thunders and lightning.
Baby Jesus was sad again, probably because he saw that the end of our trip would also mean the end of our fantastic blog and he would have nothing to read before going to sleep. Don't worry Baby Jesus, don't be sad, maybe we'll keep on blogging about our interesting and wonderful lives in Belgium, ehem.
Everybody was talking about the very much expected storm three days ago. We had just left Bosnia and entered Croatia when the first drops fell and the wind started to blow things away. Of course, we happened to be in the middle of nowhere, but this time we were a bit luckier than in previous storms and there was a hostel right in the middle of nowhere. But yeah, it could not be so easy: we had no cash and the closest atm was 13 kms away, uphill. We had just spent all the left over Bosnian marks in cheap cigarettes and no food and there was, of course, not a single shop in the middle of nowhere. Luckily the owner of the pension arranged things with his son, who would drive us to the atm next morning. It was a big storm, yeah, really refreshing and nice with crazy rain and all sort of colors in the sky. Like 40 shades of grey .
Luckily we still had one tomato and one onion with a bit of pesto and a bottle of white wine and about 300 cigarettes :) Interesting combination. We had just cut up the onions and tomatoes and eaten them when there arrived a young couple from France we needed to share the kitchen with. We greeted them and talked a bit without trying to breath onion in their direction :)
As miracles do happen due to Kelly's good relationship with God, Mother Maria and their immaculate conception, the son showed up in the morning with a van and proposed to put our bikes inside and bring us up the mountain, which sounded great. We resisted a little bit as Kelly thought it would have been a sissy kind of mountain and we could do it in no time.
Afterwards we were really, really happy we didn't resist too much as it was a climb of 7 kms with trucks and cars and no place for bicycles.
He took us right to the Plitvice lakes and waterfalls, we payed him and got a coffee or two before taking of, trying to make our way thru the hordes of zombie tourists that had come to enjoy the place in the rain like ants in an ant farm.
It was our second time in Plitvice (last year we had came by car) and it was the second time we didn't go to see it although we were like 500 m away.
They say it is beautiful, a must see when you are in Croatia, but we have a natural aversion for overcrowd overpriced overrated tourist traps, even the son that had brought us and who works there as a tour guide said it is to expensive for what it is and that we could find a lot of similar places where you don't even need to pay and you can swim, something that is apparently not possible in Pltivitce. And you don't have to go far away… If you follow the Una RIver in Bosnia there are many spots with transparent water and cascades where you can also swim and enjoy the view and even have a three course meal with the money you would spend in a ticket to Plitvice, without masses of people around you… Everyone to his own taste…
We just left after the coffee and started pedaling towards Deringaj. Very tiring road, we must say, full of cars all day long and having to go uphill pushing the bicycles almost half of the journey.
Now we are in restaurant 7 kms away from the festival site, wishing we didn't stink so much because there will be a lot of hugging and kissing involved when we finally get there, its straight way down the mountain.
So voila , we can say we made it , for all skeptics that thought we wouldn't get beyond the first coffee shop in Holland :)
We did it , almost 3000 km almost 3 months almost dead but never so alive
But there are still some days before the festival and then the festival itself, so there will be surely another blog entry to be expected, so Baby Jesus, please, don't let it rain anymore... Fans and followers don't end your lives just yet as we keep on going, in circles, squares, loops and eights…
CU all soon!
The good thing is that we still have no idea how we are going to get back and if we spend enough money we won't have anything left and will be forced to pedal back home. Hmmmmm, tempting
but Maria says NOOOOOOO. But she also says she is tempted to go back by bike, see a part of Italy and France, maybe visit our good friends in Austria or spend some nice time with the vikings at the beach...
These last days were quite hard, with the will to get there but also not wanting to get there too fast.
We ended our trip almost in the same way we started it, in a storm of rain, thunders and lightning.
Baby Jesus was sad again, probably because he saw that the end of our trip would also mean the end of our fantastic blog and he would have nothing to read before going to sleep. Don't worry Baby Jesus, don't be sad, maybe we'll keep on blogging about our interesting and wonderful lives in Belgium, ehem.
Everybody was talking about the very much expected storm three days ago. We had just left Bosnia and entered Croatia when the first drops fell and the wind started to blow things away. Of course, we happened to be in the middle of nowhere, but this time we were a bit luckier than in previous storms and there was a hostel right in the middle of nowhere. But yeah, it could not be so easy: we had no cash and the closest atm was 13 kms away, uphill. We had just spent all the left over Bosnian marks in cheap cigarettes and no food and there was, of course, not a single shop in the middle of nowhere. Luckily the owner of the pension arranged things with his son, who would drive us to the atm next morning. It was a big storm, yeah, really refreshing and nice with crazy rain and all sort of colors in the sky. Like 40 shades of grey .
Luckily we still had one tomato and one onion with a bit of pesto and a bottle of white wine and about 300 cigarettes :) Interesting combination. We had just cut up the onions and tomatoes and eaten them when there arrived a young couple from France we needed to share the kitchen with. We greeted them and talked a bit without trying to breath onion in their direction :)
As miracles do happen due to Kelly's good relationship with God, Mother Maria and their immaculate conception, the son showed up in the morning with a van and proposed to put our bikes inside and bring us up the mountain, which sounded great. We resisted a little bit as Kelly thought it would have been a sissy kind of mountain and we could do it in no time.
Afterwards we were really, really happy we didn't resist too much as it was a climb of 7 kms with trucks and cars and no place for bicycles.
He took us right to the Plitvice lakes and waterfalls, we payed him and got a coffee or two before taking of, trying to make our way thru the hordes of zombie tourists that had come to enjoy the place in the rain like ants in an ant farm.
It was our second time in Plitvice (last year we had came by car) and it was the second time we didn't go to see it although we were like 500 m away.
They say it is beautiful, a must see when you are in Croatia, but we have a natural aversion for overcrowd overpriced overrated tourist traps, even the son that had brought us and who works there as a tour guide said it is to expensive for what it is and that we could find a lot of similar places where you don't even need to pay and you can swim, something that is apparently not possible in Pltivitce. And you don't have to go far away… If you follow the Una RIver in Bosnia there are many spots with transparent water and cascades where you can also swim and enjoy the view and even have a three course meal with the money you would spend in a ticket to Plitvice, without masses of people around you… Everyone to his own taste…
We just left after the coffee and started pedaling towards Deringaj. Very tiring road, we must say, full of cars all day long and having to go uphill pushing the bicycles almost half of the journey.
Now we are in restaurant 7 kms away from the festival site, wishing we didn't stink so much because there will be a lot of hugging and kissing involved when we finally get there, its straight way down the mountain.
So voila , we can say we made it , for all skeptics that thought we wouldn't get beyond the first coffee shop in Holland :)
We did it , almost 3000 km almost 3 months almost dead but never so alive
But there are still some days before the festival and then the festival itself, so there will be surely another blog entry to be expected, so Baby Jesus, please, don't let it rain anymore... Fans and followers don't end your lives just yet as we keep on going, in circles, squares, loops and eights…
CU all soon!
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