Kobarid

No riding today. We’ll be taking it easy, chilling on the camp site, rearranging our luggage into an overnight bag for the train and doing some maintenance chores on the bikes. So this will be a rather boring read, sorry.

 Our home
Our home

 

 Doing some maintanance
Doing some maintanance

And we sit out some rain showers.

 Torrential rains
Torrential rains

Quite a few of them actually.

 Torrential rains part II
Torrential rains part II

We also get to know Markus. The owner of the little thumper that arrived last night. He’s from Berlin and is riding a 20-year old Yamaha SR500 back home from Croatia. The bike looks in good nick, but he has been having some little issues with it. So I lend him some of my tools and we share some coffee and a good laugh over the tinkering.

The rest of the time we hang out at the bar, where I work on my Blofeld impressions.

 Purring away
Purring away

While we were hanging out the bar had been keeping an eye on the lamb dish that has been sitting in the fire ever since lunch time. We don’t need to see today’s menu, we’ll have some of that! After hours of simmering in the fire the lamb chops are so tender the meat just melts in your mouth.

 Huge plate of delicious foods
Huge plate of delicious foods

While we’re having dinner another thunderstorm passes over. And it won’t be the last one. The rain and accompanying sound and light show will continue all through the night. And after a very short night we also found out the floor of our little tent is no longer waterproof.

Jo Written by:

Roamer, wanderer, nomad, vagabond.



Keen and curious adventurer who feels just as much at home in IT as in the workshop tinkering on bikes. Loves exploring the world, its people and himself, preferably on 2 wheels behind the handlebars of his beloved bike. Lucky to have found a partner in life and on the road to share this with.