Well, today’s ride was definitely one for the memory bank! It started off pretty chilly, but I was soon warmed up by the sight of an elderly gentleman casually walking his bull and cow along the path. The perfect 1st photo of the day.
The day rolled on through little ranges and farmlands, all so picturesque, until I hit the big climb. No rushing this one — I just took my time, pushed the bike up, and enjoyed the reward of the downhill… until I discovered the road was closed! For a moment I thought, no way, not today. But thanks to a helpful workman (and my trusty translator app), I was given the all-clear to push through.
From there, I made it to the Dobervo border — a solid 42 km under my belt by then. Crossing was a breeze; no passport stamping, no fuss, just ride on through. The nearest accommodation was another 19 km beyond, so I carried on and finished the day at about 62–63 km in total.
The best part? I feel great. No aches, no pains — just the sense that maybe, just maybe, I’m actually getting fitter on this journey.