Rover Summer 2010 - Croatia - Logbook of the Captain, on June 13 astral
E 'came the big moment. The time now is 6:45 minutes, the company began operations deployment to the great leap towards Croatia. Raphael is obviously late, of course ... At 07.00 we are outside the headquarters, van loads of material (perhaps half we will not either, but you never know ...), do the radio test, which obviously do not work, we approach all ' Highway, and head. Finally.
50 kilometers later, the third distributor of diesel Valsugana we can do, or at least me, Rik while drinking coffee, watching Eva Still curious the opportunity to purchase a hard film to a vending machine ... the fact speaks for itself ... After Bassano del Grappa, let the air conditioning, and magic does not work ! Then go to plan "B" or better to open window for the next 500 km! In Treviso, after pressing demands of the van better known as that of "capitalists" (because they have air conditioning), we stop at a nice business (bar ...) located near the main road, good choice: clean processes and great coffee. We share. To Trieste, no facts of importance, ... even after only flaw in the van to talk with Mirko (which is the last row of seats behind) I need a radio (maybe working ...) but we do with the traffic lights and we understand the same .... We go to Slovenia. Beautiful, so beautiful, Rik who led the column is lost at least a couple of times in admiring these beautiful forests wiped out of sight. E30 13 hours, the Croatian border, moment of panic, the customs officer asks if we have to declare alcohol or wine ... stained! We scout! All the more we come to your drink (but of course this was never said.)
Shortly after the border, stop. With the sun Zenith and warm almost hellish, it was not for the sea breeze that refreshed us refreshed and drink only negative cards sandwich Richard (De Varda) which is taken over (always with grace) by the head, the fact that the papers "encouraged" by the breeze are flying in Slovenia! But, in my turn, I come again, "Croatia", "E no! Slovenia! The wind blows towards the border, the cards are in Slovenia, "I reply. Transhumance takes a few laughs and, Plitvice (or how to spell it) we come!
After walking miles of highways and main roads, Miss Rik browser will throw us on side streets, ... and everything changes, except that the first was full of life, but now ... boundless woods, some village, some faces when we see the happy party, here and there so many abandoned houses, some still bears the marks of war ... To the record in almost one hundred kilometers of roads "secondary" we have not even found a distributor ... Fortunately we were already supplied ... Cmqe we get finally to the goal: the coveted camping "Korana! For the rest of the evening routine, tents, shower, dinner and sleep! Tomorrow is another day and will certainly be lots of news!
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