Awake before 4 – little early to get up, but churchbells chimed the time. Heard cats fighting – worried that little blackie is getting picked on again by the larger one whose tongue is aways hanging out. Almost got up to find them when they finally stopped – hope little one got away without too many new scratches. Churchbells chimed again at 6 – must have been asleep for the 5 o’clock ones. Six is special, though, as is noon – they don’t just count the hour, they go on and on for about five minutes – don’t know who’s going to church at 6 on a Saturday morning, though.

Got a fairly early start into Split to meet Sue (actually Kathryn – Sue is her middle name). Left some crunchies out in case blackie comes to the tent while I’m gone. Glad I left early – the coast road was longer than I expected, and I ended up off course – glad I have the map from the campground. I’m not sure if it’s market day here, or if it’s always crazy-busy. Folks with stalls selling everything right near the ‘old town’ – bought a white cotton top with long sleeves to protect my arms. Tourist office is inside the walls – tourists and tour guides everywhere – can’t imagine what the summer will be like.

Asked about ferries to the islands, including prices, got directions to a bike shop, and confirmed where Villa Gold is – not very far from each other. Found the bike shop and got some chain lube. Got lost in the little, winding streets trying to find the Villa. Thank god for the map or I’d still be going in circles.

The Villa is right next to a bistro/pizzeria so parked my bike next to the wall and sat at a table that overlooks it. Saw Kathryn and her family arrive and went to greet them – so great to see her, and so far from home! Went back to my tea while they checked in, then Kathy came and sat with me, followed in a bit by Sharon, Sharon’s son and Kate (from Kelowna!). Talking with Kathy was just as easy as it ever was and time flew.

They’ve only got the one afternoon/evening in Split and want to see the old town, etc, and I want to ride around the park at the west end of town, so the visit wasn’t long, but very worthwhile. Said goodbye after 1 1/2 hours or so, then rode to the park.

It kind of reminded me a bit of Stanley Park – very large with beaches, etc. Ended up at the waterfront back in the city, and took the busy road home as far as the turnoff to the back road that I now know. Could see lightening and hear the thunderstorm gathering to the north as I rode – made it back to camp just before the downpour hit. Decided to treat myself to a meal in the restaurant and it was excellent – pasta, kind of like fettuccine but wider noodles, with salmon and shrimp. Powered up the ipad with their electricity while I ate.

By the time I was finished eating the rain had stopped. On my way to the camp’s store heard some cheering and saw some men looking thru a fence at the field next the camp. Lively soccer game happening.

Quiet evening – lots to think about tomorrow about where I really want to go on Monday.

Another early morning – up before 6. Saw a tent that was almost exactly the same as mine – said ‘like your tent’ to the guy that was sitting outside it – as soon as he answered I knew he was either Cdn or American. Turns out he was raised in Canada but is now a Dutch citizen. Chatted for a bit – he and his wife/girlfriend have been to Italy, crossed to Dubrovnik on a ferry, and stayed on a couple of nice islands on the way here. Split is a very big port and has ferries to and from all over the Adriatic. Little other kitty came for a bite – fairly bold fellow as he came right in my tent looking for the canned food.

Got a bike ride in before the heat hit – rode past the next town to see what the road south/east was like – pretty narrow, and busy, so doubt if I’ll go that route unless there’s a bike path I haven’t found yet.

Back at camp the little black kitty showed up again and ate as much as I would give him – looks like he’s been in another fight as more fur is missing near his right hind leg and he has a new scratch.

Had another chat with the Cdn fellow – got the names of the islands they were on, as well as the campground they stayed at that was very nice. Probably going to change my plan again – well, I don’t really have a plan, but that’s part of the plan!

Got my cup of tea on the terrace – the waiter didn’t even asked what I wanted – as soon as he saw me sit down he went to get my tea. He asked where I’m from, and when I said Canada he mentioned that he has an uncle that lives there, in Toronto.

Waited until the heat died down a bit – it actually got somewhat cloudy. Went for another swim and lay on the beach for awhile. The men here seem to like to wear speedos – some folks are just not meant to wear them!

Didn’t get up until just before 7, and was doing a little bit of yoga before eating when Tasis took off on his bike – guess he doesn’t like waiting. That’s ok, though – I needed to do laundry anyway.

Started to feel a bit depressed and sorry for myself – wah, wah – poor me, over here on the Adriatic Sea in Croatia taking it easy when almost everyone I know is back home working…oh wait – not so sorry! Plotting my next move – to another campsite on the other side of Split? Or follow the coast down south for awhile then head east into Bosnia? Would like to try the second option but it’s a lot more difficult riding, and not sure if I can follow smaller, quieter roads to get where I want. When I go into Split on Saturday to meet up with Sue (Kathryn) I’m going to go a bit early so I can ask at the tourist office about cycling paths, etc – they’re supposed to have lots of paths around here and maybe I can get off the busy roads a bit more.

Decided it was time to test out the beach and the water – it gets a lot deeper on one side of peninsula than the other so I tried the deep side. Waited until it wasn’t quite so hot, a little later in the afternoon, and lay in the sun just a bit before going for a swim.

Water was quite nice – a mix of really warm and a bit cold, but very refreshing.

Quiet day, overall – didn’t see little black kitty, but the other small one came by for a bite to eat.

Got up nice and early so I can go for a ride before it gets too hot. Church bells ringing like crazy at 6 am. Little kitty came for breakfast, but only had one portion of crunchies and one portion of fishy stuff before something on the other side of the tent caught his attention.

On the road before 8:30 – the ride was a bit hair-raising – cars here don’t give much room to bikes, and there are no bike lanes. Rode on the sidewalk when possible, but there wasn’t always one – kind of a path at times thru the weeds. Asked a guy near Split where the Roman ruins were and he tried to describe how to get there, then looked it up on his phone for me. Stay on the main road, then veer right towards Solin. Found Solin ok, then asked another guy for more directions – I was pretty close, as the ruins are right in the town, not up on a hill or anything. Ended up taking the wrong road (not much helpful signage). Back-tracked a bit and got on the right road – actually more like a path, not even paved. Found the ruins, and they are quite large. Roman name for the place was Salona, and it overlooks Split.

Left just at the right moment – a bus-load of tourists with a guide had just arrived. Saw the Fortress of Klis on a hill in the distance – might have been nice to go there but didn’t feel like the climb. I was already getting tired and could feel the sun on my arms and legs again. My lower legs are getting dark but upper legs are pasty white above my riding-shorts line.

Made it back to camp ok despite the horribly busy highway – seemed like every second car uses diesel, and the trucks – smelly! Turned off the highway a few km before the campground and took the back road that I’d ridden on Sunday – much more relaxing.

Passed more beautiful beaches – can’t believe the colour of the water in places. Got some money out of the bank machine right outside the office at the campground so I don’t have to keep putting my $2 cup of tea on Visa. Although I now had cash, it was still a bit of an issue when I went to pay for my water and more cat food at the store – it was too large a note for her and I had to use my last 10 kuna note and two 5 kuna coins. Then when I had my tea on the terrace and tried again to use a 200 kuna note it was too large for them also – the waiter had to get change from another customer.

Back at the tent for lunch – little black kitty came, but so did another little one – yet another un-fixed male of course and about the same size as little blackie. Fed them both – they didn’t get hissy until I tried to make them eat from the same dish, so had to put two dishes down for them. When I wouldn’t give them any more food they both left – little blackie actually pissed on my tent on his way by – I’ve been marked as his! Luckily the tent fly is water-proof, and apparently cat piss proof too – it washed off easily with a couple squirts from my water bottle.
Tasis (Greek fellow) came back from a ride and did a little work on my bike – fixed the rattling front fender that was out of its socket and straightend the back rack a bit. He’s going to meet some friends in Split tomorrow morning and has invited me to join him.

Decided it was time to use some of the purple hair colour that i’ve lugged around, so am sitting on a bench outside the showers/WC area with purple dye on my hair. I’m getting a few funny looks, but not as many as I might have expected.

Sun has just gone down below the horizon- still think it’s rising in the west and setting in the east – I’m so mixed up!

A very lazy day…just trying to stay out of the sun and not get burned again. Little kitty joined me for breakfast – cuddled up next to me on the black blanket outside, on top of the ground cover I use for my yoga mat. Went for a walk around a part of the campground I hadn’t explored before – all cabins overlooking the bay between here and the actual town of Stobrec. Lots of white beaches (brought in by the truck-load).

Went up to the terrace bar for lunch and treated myself to the cheeseburger with fries that I craved yesterday – it was pretty good (took half home for dinner). A family that sat down at the next table was reading the menu in English so I approached them as I was leaving and asked where they were from – the Netherlands, it turns out. I mentioned that they spoke English very very well and had wondered if they were perhaps American, or even Canadian – they thought that was pretty funny.

Got some more supplies from the store, including kitty crunchies and canned food (instead of foil packets). Little kitty found me pretty quick and wolfed down two small portions of crunchies followed by two small portions of canned food. He stayed for a little nap on the ground cover, and a few more pats and scratches under the chin. He’s very sweet, but always alert and on edge a bit because of the larger male cat. I’ve identified at least six cats here, not sure how many are male/female, but assume none of them have been ‘fixed’.

Walked to the end of the campground (in the other direction from the cabins) and is it ever big. At the far end is a river flowing out to the Adriatic. A sign on the campground says it has ‘trouts and eels’ and something else I couldn’t figure out that was in danger.

There’s now a nice Swiss couple on one side of me, and another couple with French license plates on the other, but I don’t think its French they’re speaking. Went up to the office to get better directions to the Roman ruins – got it up on Google Maps – the girls told me to follow the main road back towards Split, then follow the signs. They said it was ‘about 3-4 km’ – I bet it’s more like 10–15.

When I came back to my tent there were more neighbours – a couple on a motorbike. Having what was left-over from my cheeseburger for dinner – wondering where little kitty is.

A bicycle rider just arrived who looks like he has almost as much gear as I do! Front panniers, back panniers, added pack strapped on the back, plus front basket with stuff. Walked over and introduced myself – he’s from Greece! And has been riding a few months a year for several years. He’s currently on his way back to Italy via Croatia. Had a nice long chat before we went up to get something to eat. Hope to talk with him again before he leaves.

Slept well – got up a little earlier than yesterday – had another nice shower. When I was about to leave the shower area an older lady was having trouble getting hers going. There’s a little machine that you have to put your blue bracelet on and pick your shower stall to make it work. She was trying to activate it with a yellow bracelet (for laundry, I think). Her husband was there trying to help her, but neither one spoke English and they just didn’t understand the colour problem. I just pressed my magic blue for her and chose number 3 – then had to show her what stall 3 was – hope she had a good shower!

Tried to do yoga in the sun on the beach. Was just finishing my warm up and chi-gong when a truck pulled up (on the beach!) and three guys and a big dog got out. Then the couple above me finished their breakfast and both lit up cigarettes. Back to my tent area and did yoga there under the trees.

Little black kitty joined me for breakfast outside my tent – he’ll eat as much as I’ll give him, and still beg for more.

Pumped up my tires, then went for a nice ride to the town across the bay – not very far, really, although on a busy road. Rode on the sidewalk, that turned into a dirt path of sorts. My tires are taking a beating – the sidewalks don’t always have nice slopes when a road crosses – some of the drop-offs are 5-6 inches high (not sure how a wheelchair would do!). Rode thru the town until the sidewalk ended – didn’t want to fight the traffic for space so turned back a bit then went up some really quiet streets (except when I passed a school – obviously break time and hundreds of teenagers on the road and all over the place).

Ended up on a road that went up into the hills to another town or two – rode up until it started going downhill, then turned back. It was starting to get hot, and I wasn’t covered up enough from the sun – my arms are almost back to normal and I don’t want them breaking out again.

Turned into one of the towns-on-the-hill and rode along a ‘river’ for awhile, then followed the road that went along the hill from town to town. Got back on the main road and returned to the campsite. There’s some Roman ruins somewhere around here – I’ll have to get better directions and visit in a day or two.

Back at camp had a cup of tea on the terrace, then to the tent for lunch – kitty joined me again. I wonder if he’s watching for me now. Fed myself and kitty – he’s comfortable enough now to stick around for a bit and groom himself before leaving for more shade (under the van next-door). I told him to come back for dinner, and I’m sure he will!

I’m so glad I brought the solar panel – haven’t really needed it until now. At Pian de Boccio they were always happy to charge up whatever I needed in the office, and Colin’s van always had power for charging. The WC’s at this campsite do have plug-ins, but I’m scared of the beady-eyed cleaning lady confiscating my ipad for un-authorized use of their electricity. It’s almost always sunny here so it’s not a problem.

Moved my tent a couple of yards further under the trees – every afternoon around 2:30 the sun hits a gap in the trees for a couple of hours and my tent heats up like an oven. Took about a minute and a half to move – just took my panniers out and pulled the tent and what was left inside over several feet. Hopefully won’t get so toasty.

Discovered that little black kitty is two-timing me! I saw him walk past as I had just finished a face-time call with Dom. When I called to him he kept walking, instead of coming over like he usually would. He went up to a nearby cabin and as I followed him a young lady came out – I asked her if she was feeding him too, and she said ‘a little’.

Went back down to the tent – kids in the play area are really loud and overly screechy for some reason. Little kitty came down a bit later and had some more food – chicken (I think) this time.

The children’s playground right above me has become somewhat quieter – thank god. I don’t mind the sounds of kids having fun, but it seems that some of them just shreak and cry for no reason other than to make noise or get attention. The heat is waning a bit as the sun goes down – another lovely evening.

A couple of cars have pulled in – glad I moved my tent so they have room. Not enough tent spots – but I’ve got dibs as I was here first!

First, and most important – a very happy birthday to brother Bob – the big six-oh!!

Slept in for once – didn’t get up until 7:40. Sunny and breezy seems to be the norm here. They keep everything very clean and tidy – the shower was great, hot water for 7 minutes with the magic blue bracelet.

Ate breakfast on a picnic table near the fountains/play area. Little black kitty came right up to me but didn’t seem to like the beef packet I had bot at the store. Maybe the kids that came to play spooked him. I’m sure he’ll track me down later.

Got a nice long newsy email from Marge – very nice to hear from her and get caught up a bit on what’s happening back home.

Took a little ride on the seaside road back towards Split. Was just starting up the hill, away from the ‘strip’ by the town beach, when I came upon a bunch of people walking up to the church. I thought – ok, it’s Sunday – not surprising. When I saw the crowd of people outside the church I wondered if maybe there was a wedding happening. I stopped (near a couple of other cyclists that were also wondering what was going on) and waited. There was an official looking church guy and some kids dressed in gowns and holding candles beside a building across from me. Cars kept coming up and down the (very narrow) road. Finally a tall man gestured for the cars to stop coming up, but a jeep proceeds anyway. When the tall fellow waved him to hurry the f-up, he stopped! Church bells were starting to chime which produced more frantic gestures and the jeep finally got the message and continued up and out of the way. The kids were on the move, two by two, and there were a lot of them – probably 30 or 40 in all with another churchy guy at the end. They all filed into the church to the tolling of the bells – very touching, whatever it was for.

Probably got about half-way before the road I was on veered to the highway. I’m going to ask at the office if there’s a road that goes all the way thru so I don’t have to ride on the highway again. Passed what looked like a playing field (soccer pitch?) that had a wall around it. The wall facing the parking lot had a painting of a confederate flag and the words ‘white boys’ in big blue capital letters – don’t know what that’s about.

Views from the road were spectacular, when there weren’t buildings in the way.

Finally got my odometer working again – along with other parts of the bike it got a bit of a s***kicking on the trains and bus. Still haven’t got the front fender snapped back into the little bits that connect it to the actual wheel – might have to ask someone with stronger hands to help me or it’ll be rattling every time I ride and that will irritate me. My bike was beautiful and perfect when I left home and now it seems like a bit of a wreck – oh well, at least it’s getting used a bit!

When I rode past the church on my way back I could hear the kids inside singing – sounded really good – still wonder what it was all about.

Had a nice cup of hot black tea on one of the terraces above my tent site – first one in days.

Put my second ground cover down with my black blanket on top and had lunch outside my tent. Little black kitty came around and I tried to give him some food – he still doesn’t like the beef I got this morning, so tried a chicken (I think) packet – he liked that enough to eat two portions. The ‘tuna’ I got for myself turned out to be kind of a pate – not bad, I guess, but not what I expected – so much for getting the ‘cheap’ one! Fresh tomatoes and a cuke, in addition to multi-grain bread-roll and cheese (from Trieste) rounded out my meal.

Did some laundry – a lady at the sinks shook her head at me when I plugged in my ipad at the electric outlet (meant for hairdryers). I thought she was warning me that it might get stolen, but I think I was wrong. Turns out she was a cleaning lady, and was likely telling me I shouldn’t be powering up my stuff on their dime. I just smiled and continued doing my laundry by hand. She continued doing her cleaning up (actually a good job!) and shooting me black looks from time to time. I guess I’m in trouble if the camp’s electricity police come looking for me, but in the meantime I put up a line by my tent and am air-drying my clean clothes.

Went for a walk around the campground – it’s actually really big. There are probably 10-12 places for tents, but looked like a couple hundred campervan spots, and almost full capacity. Tried out the water – actually quite warm and might have to swim one of these days. Using the solar panel again to power things up – works really well as long as I use the charger in between it and the ipad.

Asked at the restaurant/bar if they could put the Giro on tv – it’s the last day – another individual time trial, but the only two sports channels they have are both showing soccer games.

Little black kitty came around again just as I was finishing my dinner – he had a whole packet of fishy stuff and still wanted more. Didn’t want to make him sick, so just patted him until he purred. Poor little thing – probably the most affection he’s ever gotten.

First selfie ever!!

Very nice evening – breezy but not cold – a bit cloudy but not stormy.

Oh – just found out on cyclingnews.com that Dutchman Tom Dumoulin won!  I’m so happy!  I couldn’t be there, but my fried Colin was – can’t wait to hear what it was like!

Woke early (what’s new) to streaming sunshine. My tent’s under trees, but not all around – I’m totally mixed up about which direction I’m facing – I thought my main tent entrance was facing west, but apparently it’s actually east. Face-timed Dom, even though it was after 10:30 at night in Kelowna, but he answered fairly quickly. I knew he’d want to know I made it here ok and was too tired by the time I got setup last night to let him know where I was.

Checked in just after 8 – you get a blue plastic bracelet with a chip of some sort in it for the showers – you can have 3 a day – guess people swim a lot here. Then went next door to the store, which is actually quite well stocked. Got some whole-grain bread (well – at least multi-grain), a large bottle of water, and a just as large bottle of red wine. Grand total – 26 k (just over $5!).

Came back and moved my tent – was on a bit of a slant, and not enough shade. The view isn’t quite as good, but I can still see water, and a village the hill across from me. Powered up the ipad from my solar panel – works quite well.

The campground is really very nice – lots of gardens, water fountains, bar, restaurant, kids park (lots of kids here). I may stay awhile, despite the highway so close. I checked out a couple of other places online, and they’re at least as close to the road as this one is.

A nice couple (of motorcyclists) next to me heard me trying to pound in my pegs when I moved the tent and came over with a hammer – works a lot better than the bottom of my metal water bottle.

Planning on taking a ride around the area tomorrow – figure the traffic won’t be quite so heavy on a Sunday.

Had a very quiet day – hung around enjoying the weather, but staying out of the sun. There are a few cats about the place – figure they’re probably all strays, as they all look rather small and thin. Heard some hissing and growling outside my tent and saw a couple of them facing off. Shewed the bigger one away and tried to calm the smaller, black one. Went back to the store for more water (and some peanuts in the shell) and got a packet of cat food. Found the little black kitty again and gave it a portion of the food (think it’s fish) and he wolfed it down. After two more portions I decided it was enough for now or he might get sick. Will look for him again and give him more. Poor little things – seem very sweet if only given a bit of attention and a little caring.

It’s a very lovely evening – not quite so hot as it was earlier – ever-present breeze. Face-timed Dom again – had a nice chat. My kitties miss me very much and are extra demanding, of course.

Took a nice walk around and sat on a bench out of the sun. Walked down to a point just above the beach and did some chi gong. Wonderful breeze, sound of wind and water – very relaxing.

Can’t find the little black kitty again, but I’m sure he’ll be back as I still have some food left, and its smells strongly of fish..

Got up fairly early – had a pretty good sleep. Went to shower at 6:30, but apparently no hot water until 8. Did yoga while I waited, and researched campsites near Split.

Had a nice hot shower (well, a mix of almost scalding then barely warm – no in between). Just finished a bit to eat (what I’d brought with me) when Dom face-timed me. Nice to see a friendly face, someone that’s not trying to scam me for something.

Checked out before 10:30 and headed for the bus station – only a few blocks away. Was now told that they couldn’t sell me a ticket until 15 minutes before any bus leaves because they might not have room for my bike. First bus to Split leaves at 1:45 (gets in at 11:50- pm) – I’m to come back around 1:20 or so. If that one doesn’t have room, I will try the 4:15 to Rovinj, which is much closer and gets in around 6 this evening. It’s on the Istrian peninsula, which is supposed to be nice, but can be hilly so might not get to do as much riding around. Sue will be there for 3 days, though, so would likely get a better visit. Failing that bus there’s the 6:15 to Split (that I missed yesterday), getting there at 4 tomorrow morning. I’m going to try my luck on the first one and see what happens.

Sat on a bench in the park across the road from the station – some guys sat next to me that I think were making drug deals. Went to an Arab market/store to get some cheese, buns and water. Had a picnic on a bench in a different park waiting to see if I can get on the 1:45 to Split.

Lots of pigeons and a seagull begging for food – didn’t give them any as bread isn’t good for them (although I don’t think they care about that). Some guy came up to me asking for money for the bus – gave him 1 euro, although he’s likely just another scammer. Maybe the gesture will bring me good luck for my kindness and generosity (ha ha).

Went back to the bus station shortly after 1:00 – a different girl said ‘oh, you don’t have to wait, that bus isn’t even half full – you can get your ticket now. Look for the bus that has AutoTrans on the side – should be in bay 1’. Waited around a short bit, then went to the bus bay. No bus in bay 1, then an AutoTrans bus pulled in and went straight ahead next the the sidewalk marked ‘bus’. Waited a few more minutes – still no bus in bay 1, so walked up to the driver of the AutoTrans bus and asked if he was going to Split – of course he was! Wasn’t sure what he wanted as far as the panniers on the bike, and when I asked a man if he spoke English (to try to translate for us) he said ‘a bit’, and walked away. The driver opened up a new storage thing for me and I took the panniers off – think it irritated him as I heard him say something about ‘blankety-blank tourists’ to another guy. I kind of started to cry and then I think he felt a bit sorry for me. He handed me one of the small panniers and indicated I should take it on the bus and stow it. The bike cost 12 euros extra and each pannier another 2, although all together with the ticket itself is wasn’t really that much. Got on the bus head down and sniffling, got into the first empty seat I could find – 3 rows back.

The drive to the Slovenian. border didn’t take long – I saw a small building with one policeman/guard at it and thought – was that just the border? Apparently it was, as the next thing I saw was a sign in Slovenian.

Very pretty here – kind of like parts of Italy (of course) – hills with lots of trees. The border to Croatia was much different than the last – we stopped and a guy came onboard and collected passports from everyone that wasn’t European – myself and one other couple.

There were two booths in each lane, one right in front of the other. Our passports were taken first to the front booth, where the lady looked at them, in between letting other vehicles thru, then gave them to the guard, who turned around and gave them to the guy in the rear booth. He also looked and looked (and passed other vehicles thru), then stamped each and gave them back to the guard, who again turned around and returned them to the lady in the front booth. She now looked and looked again, stamped each, and finally we got them back. Looked inside mine and saw that the rear booth-guy stamped ‘exited Slovenia’ with the date on page 6 of the passport, while the front-booth lady had stamped ‘entered Croatia’ with the date on page 28 (entering Italy with the date was on page 29). I guess I’m not on any threat lists (at least not yet!).

Continued on the ‘milk run’, bypassing most of the Istrian peninsula, but following the coast very closely and stopping at all towns of any size, plus various places in between. People would go up to the drivers (they had 2 who took turns) and say – I want off in 1 km or something and they would pull over where ever they were asked. Changed to a window seat when one lady got off.

Had a couple of breaks – first one was supposed to be 20 minutes – ended up more like 45, but time to use the WC, change some euros to kunas (about 7.5 kunas per euro = about 5 kunas per C$). Bot a donair – it was so huge I couldn’t believe it, and so was the price – 25 K! Except when I worked it out it was just under $5, so had to laugh.
Terrain now is more like Greece – rocky hills with smaller, scrubbier trees, but still very pretty, with villages every 5 miles or so.

After it got dark and the bus was a little more empty I tried to sleep a bit. Got into Split over an hour early – drivers were impatient to get everyone off so had to really hustle to get my bike and gear out of the bottom compartment. Was just finishing getting it all together when a guy walks up and asks if I need help, or a hotel – surprise, surprise, another scammer. I said no, I was going to ride to a campsite and he did his best to talk me out of it. ‘It’s a really nice place, and cheap – only 40 euros’ – I asked how much money he wanted from me and he looked a bit offended and said ‘no commitment until you see the place, then whatever you think’. I still said no (very politely) and pushed my bike further up the sidewalk to get directions from a cafe to the route I had picked online earlier at the hostel in Trieste – supposed to be 7 km. The girls there said it was over 20 km to the campsite and would take me at least an hour – it must have been around 11:15 pm by then. They did point me in the right direction, and I was just about ready to start riding when the first guy came running up again, trying mightily to make me come with him to see the ‘great hotel, at cheap price’ that only he could show me. When I still refused and insisted that I was going to ride he looked very pissed off and huffed away muttering to the other scammer that was with him. I am so tired of folks like that!!

Rode a bit, asked a guy at a cafe if I was headed for the right road – got more directions. Ended up on the wrong road anyway, but when I stopped another fellow (who spoke very good English) he gave me more clear directions – I was headed the right way, just on a different road. The roads I wanted to take were very small and up and down hills, so ended up taking the highway for a couple of km – nothing is marked that well, so went right past the campsite entrance and had to turn back after asking a very nice lady for help.

Finally arrived at the campground around midnight – some motorcycle folks in leather were just walking out (likely to the bar I had passed) and a campground guy was right there also. The office was closed, but he took my care-card as ID and led me to the tenting area – I can check-in in the morning.

Got my tent setup near the beach using the headlamp of my bike – got settled in just before 1:00 am. Very windy – as I was setting the tent up I had to quickly throw a couple of panniers in it to prevent it from blowing away.

Got up at 5:15 – couldn’t sleep for many reasons – roosters, goose, ducks, but the last thing was the train whizzing by just beyond the campground’s hedge. Had another nice hot shower, and finally did yoga – first time in days, right in front of the lake, nice and peaceful. Mr. goose came over to watch for awhile, but didn’t bother me.

Packed up the tent and got all my stuff ready – when Colin got up made some tea and had a nice breakfast.

Left around 10 to 9 – stopped at a farmicia for more cortisone cream. That stuff is working wonders on the sun-blisters – they’re almost gone and hopefully won’t leave any lasting marks.

Short drive to Brescia, where Colin dropped me off right near the station. Said goodbye (for now) and he left. Hopefully we’ll meet again in France and see a leg or two of the Tour in July.

Asked a couple where the station was (in Italian!) and got my ticket to Trieste – actually two tickets – one for me and one for my bike. Waiting almost 2 hrs for the first train – have to change twice – once in Verona and again in Mestre. Made sure to verify my tickets!

I stood up the whole way from Brescia to Verona holding my bike up in front of the doors – luckily there was only two other stops. Then of course I had only six minutes to change trains in Verona so had to run for the elevator to go under the tracks and over to the next ones. A very kind lady let me go ahead of her (and her baby in a stroller and a toddler) when I told her I had 3 minutes to catch my next train. Could barely fit the bike in the lift but managed to squish it in. Ran like mad and reached the door just after it closed – no amount if pressing the button would make it open. Watched as it pulled out to the sound of my cursing.

Found another train listed in the ‘departures’ board so back to the elevator, down, over, up – right back where I started from. Read the electronic display, and discovered that the track listed on the other board was wrong, so had to hustle again (down-over-up) to yet another track. Finally the right one – train was sitting there. Managed to get my bike up (about a foot and a half) to the area between cars, only to be told that I had to put the bike in the first car of the train (even tho there was no-one on the train). She told me I had time to move, so I lugged the bike down ran to the front car, and was having trouble lifting the bike again. A very nice girl rushed to help me, then the conductor put the bike’s front wheel on a hook for me. Had to take all the bags off, but I get to sit on an upper deck looking down on the bike.

Powered up the ipad, the charger and my keyboard with the train’s plug-ins. Caught the next train to Trieste with a few minutes to spare. Ticket checker came aboard my car just after the second stop – eveything ok this time!

Got to Trieste an hour later than I should have because of the missed second train. Went directly to the ticket office to see about getting to Split, Croatia, only to stand in line with 12 or 13 other folks while the two open wickets assisted two people for over 15 minutes before a third wicket opened. Finally another person came over to the lineup and I kind of butted in and asked if there were any trains to Croatia. He said no, you have to take a bus from the next building – not the info I had looked up online before, but it’s their train service. Pushed the bike next door, and a man in front of the bldg offered to help me. The ticket agent said I’d missed the last bus of the day by a few minutes – thanks to the two boneheads in the train ticket office.

Then the ‘helpful’ man led me around to 3 different hotels – first two were full, third more like a hostel with shared rooms, although no-one else is in mine. The kindly man then proceeded to ask for ten euros for his help! Was too tired to complain so paid him to go away. They agreed to let me keep my bike in the room, rather than locked to a grate in the hall. Looking forward to checking out in the morning and heading to Croatia. Hope I can sleep – traffic is pretty loud.