After a morning swim, we packed up and left Novi Vinodolski, south along the dramatic coast road. The islands of Kirk, Rab and Pag were out to sea, looking very barren. At Ravanjska we decided to head inland to give some variation to the scenery and relief from the dangerous road. It was aquiet road with fruit orchards at first and then a river. What we didn't expect was to wind up on a dirt track, take a detour, need to shelter from a thunderstorm or to end up in the middle of a festival!
Arrived in Split around 6pm uncertain if we would find a suitable place to stay. We got directions to a youth hostel right in the centre and were assured we could ride the bike there although cars were prohibited. It was this that gave us a false sense of licence. The YH was full but we were told to go down to the harbour where the ferry boats come and aparently little old ladies hang out in order to direct tourists to a lodging. That is how we ended up riding the bike down the main pedestrian walkway, stealing the limelight from the busters who watched us open mouthed. And as we got to the end of the street we rode right into a Policeman. 'Where can we find a place to stay?' I pipe up. The cop is completely uninterested in either our disregard for traffic conventions or our accommodation plight, so we park up and Alan allows me to go in search of lodging. Meanwhile he links up with some bikers, press and general festivities happening right where we'd parked. A couple of blokes were having a big send off for their round the world trip. I returned having been successful in my room hunt to find Alan was just about to join the cavalcade and we roared off with lots of other bikes accompanied by fireworks and great euphoria.
Arrived in Split around 6pm uncertain if we would find a suitable place to stay. We got directions to a youth hostel right in the centre and were assured we could ride the bike there although cars were prohibited. It was this that gave us a false sense of licence. The YH was full but we were told to go down to the harbour where the ferry boats come and aparently little old ladies hang out in order to direct tourists to a lodging. That is how we ended up riding the bike down the main pedestrian walkway, stealing the limelight from the busters who watched us open mouthed. And as we got to the end of the street we rode right into a Policeman. 'Where can we find a place to stay?' I pipe up. The cop is completely uninterested in either our disregard for traffic conventions or our accommodation plight, so we park up and Alan allows me to go in search of lodging. Meanwhile he links up with some bikers, press and general festivities happening right where we'd parked. A couple of blokes were having a big send off for their round the world trip. I returned having been successful in my room hunt to find Alan was just about to join the cavalcade and we roared off with lots of other bikes accompanied by fireworks and great euphoria.
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