I left Mirela’s place late. It was 1pm before I got away. But hey, I only had 60km to Vodice, right? Ah, wrong. I read the map wrong, and it ended up being a mad dash to Vodice, 100km away from Split.
Nenad worked his magic once again today, and arranged for me to sleep at a member of the Vodice Mountain Bike Club’s place. Goran had just started a new job, but kindly let me stay at his place despite being very busy.
The ride to Vodice was like yesterday wet and generally miserable. At one stage I heard loud thunder not far away. The strong tailwind was the only saving grace. The 100km ride only took just over 5 hours.
Dude! That's speedy.
Glad you're alive. Have been wondering.
Awesome growly clouds.
p.s. the butterflies are hatching. All four starving caterpillars died, despite some rather absurdly placed bits of pumpkin on the swan plant. Oh well. C'est la morte.