Oh the views

Now you’ll notice I usually put a picture in here showing the views. I took no pictures of them views. Doh.

Out of the campsite endlessly up. The legs still jittery from yesterday. The new roads are not even on the Garmin yet. Luckily I was following the old road. High above the sea, wow the Dalmation coast is suiting my eyes fine, Georgeously azure, sail boats cutting through the water pushing out a foaming white wake, and the coastline green with pine forests, small inlets with hamlets nestling amount the rocks. And I was part of this my pedals turning slowly alone in my thoughts. Oh the luck of the early morning cyclist.

I was heading for Troanj and the hours ferry to Polče. The road went over a high mountain range and way down in the distance I spotted Troanj, luckily the route turned off the main track and onto a rough serpentine path taking me all the way to town.

They hid the ferry ticket office but my detective powers are close to Sherlock Holmes’s and ticket bought I sat in a cafe and ordered an omelette. I showed the waiter what size I wanted and he said double portion, I readily agreed, like I care about the price.

The blisters on the heels of my hands are getting more painful, I am now wearing more padded gloves, hoping they might relive it.

I got on the ferry a happy full man and by half way across I decided, despite the early hour, to stay the night at the nearest Campsite, 4kms away.

So I loaded up with a few food supplies and set up tent.

As I was loitering Stéfanie and Christophe rode in. They are travelling south about the same route as me. Just so good to swap stories. You know I am the quiet one so they did most of the talking.