30th June2012

Steve: Today we’re off to Slovenia and will be staying at a place that Debs almost picked out with a pin, and just because it was in the right location for the onward journey to Austria the following day.

We left Trogir in blazing sunshine and temperatures at a normal 32C.. In other words a bit hot! The write-ups for Trogir had all mentioned the problems of getting over the harbour bridge and out of town, and as we quickly discovered they were absolutely on the button.. The queue started about half a mile before the bridge, with the narrow streets making our attempts at filtering past the traffic very difficult. The procedure was further exacerbated by dozens of scooterists who needed no gap or invite to go past us on either side, and then ride directly at the oncoming traffic in a perverse game of motorised chicken.. Crazy!

Once out of the town we quickly made our way up to the Slovenian border crossing and with the briefest of checks we were through. We bought our 2 day Vignette on the border and chugged off into the unknown.

What a beautiful country.. Clean, beautifully maintained houses and farms, no roadside rubbish, wonderful roads and lovely people! Dolly (sat-nav)  did her stuff and before long we swapped the main drag for a local road for a few miles before being directed left across a wooden river bridge, then a second, and eventually to our overnight accommodation - a sort of very rural Pub/restaurant place, very clean and up together.

We were welcomed and directed to put the bike undercover before being shown to a huge apartment with a deep bath (to Debs delight) with plenty of hot water.. That took care of Debs immediate needs and she slid happily under the bubbles in short order, but not before suggesting a coffee and a snack would be acceptable when I was ready!

I changed and made my way downstairs to the bar with the computer, sorted Debs coffee and apple strudel before tucking into one myself, except mine was with a large cold beer..  I then sat and read about Rossi’s appalling race at Assen - when are things going to turn around for the poor bloke?

Is that nice Dear?

After about 30 mins I was joined by a slightly miffed Debs, I had thought she was settled for the next hour in the bath but after a short time she had become lonely, and then discovered I’d locked the front door and taken the key, so had to climb out of the window to escape! A large glass of wine and a snivelling apology resolved the dispute pretty well though..


If you’re getting the idea we’re enjoying Slovenia, you’re absolutely right...  Dinner was good, a sound nights sleep and we left the next morning promising to return.