Since we are camping we wake up slowly, around 9:30. It is already very hot, there are 30 degrees and does not pull a breath of air. We arrange our things calmly. An alpine asks us where we came from and tells us that as a young man was cycling in the amateurs and that even now, at age 76, he makes his exit of 40-50 kilometers.
Everyone always ask us where we come from, no one has even asked where we are going. I do not know, maybe they think that the place where they live should be to force the destination.
However, with the "phlegm" that distinguishes us, we are ready to depart at 12.00. We find out that the guy who runs the camp because we knew we had answered on the forum The Cicloviaggiatore and want to take a picture with us. Here it is. There is a little 'off and explains an alternative route but we do not take because I still have some difficulty communicating with the gps!
In any case, the direction was right, only a few more kilometers ... which, given the heat, I would have gladly spared! But Daniel can not say ...
We stop to eat and leave again. The road does not have anything in particular, passing through fields, fields, fields and more. There sorpassanoo tractors that look like giant dinosaurs!
We arrive in the village of St. George. ice cream and beer.
Just outside the village there is a kind of grove where we sleep. It 'full of fireflies!
May 11, 2014
At about 10:00 we are pedaling towards Monfalcone. Daniele continues to have hurt his knee, we stop, we take the medicine bag and inside there is an ant that is, not a few ants, but an army of one hundred red and black ants everywhere. We still do not understand why, instead of assaulting the ccibo preferred the Oki ...
However, somehow we got rid of these traveling companions. Then, stop at the guard mediaca where they finally make the miraculous punturone to Daniel.
Up to Monfalcone nothing to say, fields and little more. Very nice instead of the scenic route to Trieste, a little 'edge' finally '. At the top there was a small Tünnes called "the tunnel of the horn." In fact every machine that passsava it sounded. We do not know why, if you know or find out please tell us!
Then around the waterfront of Trieste, with attached wind, and arrive in Piazza Unità d'Italy.
We share (after a beer) to the Slovenian border, and here begins the hell, also known as the climb. But we do. I have never got off the bike and with an average of 8.5 km / h (with peaks of 5.5) I arrived at the top! Happy! And with a gentleman who continues to give me directions on the road (he walk) and expect answers from me!
We made our 70 miles and 4 are missing at the border.
Hard to leave this Italian!
However just before the descent we decided to pitch a tent in the woods along the road. A grove very nice and full of perfumes. Daniel also says with a sprite of the forest.
I hope it's good ...
We ate just in time to avoid the storm, perhaps due to the Totoro forest.
There are thunder and lightning inside the tent and we have to shout to hear! Hopefully tomorrow the weather will be better.
May 12, 2014
After the storm the night we woke up this morning with beautiful sunshine! We start to cross the border which is only 4 miles away, but the Président is no front brake. So in an attempt to Bazovica biciclettaio.
Here everything is closed on Mondays, all day, and now, of course, it's Monday! Fortunelli. They tell us to try to Opčine, 10 kilometers, but here everything is closed. Just when we had decided to spend the day drinking Lasko Pivo a gentleman at the bar tells us that after the border to Sezana and there is a repair and that there are open.
We pass the border with Slovenia, which has nothing special. There is only one written symbol that looks like the dell'Eurospin! And the country has nothing special but it has a system that biiclettaio "best fit" the brake. In contrast, we note that the front wheel is a bit 'retort. Koga vs. Président 1-0.
At the end we share but it's too late.
Slovenia is beautiful, full of greenery and placid wood perfect for the free camping!
After lunch we realize well being in the company of a wild boar!
May 13, 2014
It's raining, raining, raining!
The tent holds, for goodness sake!
Around 10:30 seems to stop raining and we leave, there are 9 °! That is 20 less than yesterday. We take the road for Croatia, scenically beautiful, with mountains to the right and to the left but very busy, with lots of curves and no space to the side of the lane machine. After about ten miles we decide to stop eating. Daniel wants Slovenian specialties: in almost all the restaurants, on the outside, there is a fireplace and a skewer is running a pig inside. Since I'm a vegetarian is basically forced to adapt two separate dinners with alcohol stove would be a bit 'complicated!
We see a place that inspires us, a little 'set back from the main road. The manager is nice, but nothing pig on a spit, the other hand there endless lists a number of dishes, and everything looks good! When I said I was a vegetarian I proposed the "grilled vegetables" as happens in every place in Italy, but gnocchi with mushrooms and fried cheese! Ok, go for the dumplings, yummy! Daniel had to settle steak house wrapped in prosciutto!
After so much lunch (paid very little) we share ... it's always cold but now there are less than 12 °.
However, we are in Croatia.
Climb, climb, climb!
Pass through tiny villages, is not so much to change the landscape as homes and villages.
There Lipa, a hamlet of a dozen houses where every corner is remembered the massacre of April 30, 1944, you can read something here.
A bit 'of miles and climbs after we meet another village (actually 10 homes) where there is a small supermarket, literally. There is a job, a man with a huge mustache and a beer in hand and a third anonymous gentleman. They look at us like we were landed from an alien country.
After the climb begins a long descent ... which unfortunately seems to end now! To return to the culinary theme, do you take hours to do a good thing and then in 5 minutes you may eat!
Also ends the woods and begin the houses, there are not many places to camp, to 20.00, after almost 70 km we stopped in a meadow, in the shade of a few trees, just 50 meters from the entrance. There is a lot of wind and cooking is a bit 'complicated. We rest waiting for the real climb, as of tomorrow!
May 14, 2014
This night there was strong wind! Woke up a lot of times! Fear! Try tent No. 2, gave great!
At about 9:30 we're almost ready to go, expedite a bit 'when we realize that we are dormento goats in the pasture of a neighbor.
There are 24.5 °, you're right!
At 200 meters from the start begins the sick, we expect 900 meters of ascent perennial. I have done a few pieces on foot, after noticing that I was doing the same speed as the bike!
Almost at the top of the bar there was an elderly lady who made us a delicious cappuccino. She was a very sweet lady, one of those old ladies with smiling eyes. After 20 km we can see the Lokvarsko Jezero. Cero, the climb is a grind, and while you do it with a bike that weighs more than you think for a lot of swearing, they also invent new ones. Then, when you get up, you see the distant sea, you see the cars on the road by which you went little small, you're happy. Of the happiness that you take as a child when for the first time you do something with your legs. How to ride a bike.
From a distance, but not too much, we see rather ominous clouds approaching. Missing only a mile to the lake and we caught a nice hailstorm. Frostbite total of the hands and feet!
I find Alm under a bus shelter when the hail storm is over now!
Because, you know, the shelters are never in the right place at the right time!
In fact, as soon as we start, it starts to rain. We stopped for supplies in Delnice and we take a beer waiting for me to stop. And here's the best thing of the day (apart from the satisfaction of the climb). The bar is run by a lady of indeterminate age but certainly remained with the mind to the '80s, bouffant hair, frangiona and denim jacket. Croatian music ball. Patrons aged 50 to 60 years. All drunk. They sing all the songs and know all the words. It's 4 o'clock in the afternoon, not bad.
When are we going for the more drunk everyone begins to speak in Croatian, who, according to him, is the most understandable language in the world.
Eventually we understand (mainly due to the less drunk) who wants to give us the keys to his house in Shuma (do not know how to spell it), forest.
Daniel thought it was about half an hour and I Schumaker we propose a threesome! Eventually he offered us a beer. We share a bit 'too drunk to us!
The climb was not over! But every so often there is at least some down. Tonight we took a room and we have done well, here two days ago it was snowing and the thermometer - 2nd
Now we sleep in a bed, the room is as big as my house! And tomorrow traveling to Karlovac, home of the legendary beer Karlovacko. Or so we think!