It's been a pleasure Croatia

Today we head into Slovenia! Possibly even make it to austria if we are feeling ambitious on this rainy day in September. If you are wonderng how we got so far so fast, let me spin for you, my children, a little tale. It all begins with a mountain:

A giant mammoth mountain divides the regions of Dalmatia and Zagreb. The plan was to ride over this mountain, into Bosnia, and then on to Zagreb to meet Scott's cousin; a jouney that would take approximately five days. That was until we crossed the mountains and rode directly into a giant hand signaling stop. Luckily for us this was a friendly gesture, bearing the offer of beer and sandwiches.
The hand belonged to a gruff man dressed in a red and white checkered shirt. In fact, all his cronies donned matching uniforms. I quickly decided to a gang of specific breed, football hooligan.

Wreaking of booze and cigarettes, the ringleader told us how they were on their way to Croatia for a European cup qualifying match against Greece. They insisted that we join them on the drunken adventure because biking to Zagreb was " impossible" . I kindly thanked them but said we were stopping in Bosnia first. There was a rise of commotion, we were presented with more beers, and the ringleader shook his head and said, " Bosnia no good. You come with us to zagrebia. Possible."

There was no arguing, and i was already on my third beer, so off to Zagreb we bussed.

Running out of battery here but long story short we got dropped off in the middle of croatia's capital city dazed and confussedI suppose the hooligans felt the same way after watching a no-goal game and got back onto a bus and rode int the night.

-the velodicts