The lardfest for breakfast continues….this time it was some sort of fried sliced ham thing all welded together with fried eggs totalling about 3000 calories. I tried my best and failed to finish it. This must have addled my brain as well as my arteries because when I stopped to fill the tank after I had gone a few miles, I noticed my iPod was missing. A u-turn and back to the motel and there it was on the bed. Plonker. Back on the road again for 1130….I swear it is getting worse.
Decided to not stop and look at tourist traps until the end of the day and just enjoy a day riding for a change. The coast road was after all why I came here. Then I noticed one of these firefighting airplanes overhead and I watched it descend behind some trees….so I had to take a look. Lots of signs round here saying no lighted fires…so I guess the place must burn fairly regularly. I found a gap in the trees and followed a path to overlook a lake/lagoon of sorts where the plane skimmed the surface to load water and then later dropped it again. Cool! This must be what frustrated airforce wannabes do.
The traffic and speed limits here make it possible for me to get over 400 miles on a tank of gas. That might not sound like a lot but for a motorbike, believe me it is. Typically the guys you see whizzing round the country lanes on a weekend are filling up after 150 miles, tops. Then I got a wake up call from a bunch of Slovenians I came up behind at some roadworks. Following them for an hour (at a safe distance of 300m so that they would get done for speeding and not me) put a big grin on my face, got my gas usage back into 'normal' limits and reminded me why people come so far to find this asphalt.
I was heading for Dubrovnik and decided to go left to Mostar in Bosnia-Herzegovina and take a look at the newly reconstructed 'Old Bridge' (another Unesco World Heritage site), the original having been shelled and destroyed in the war. The name 'Mostar' derives from the name of the guardians(Mostians) of the old bridge (Stari Most). The whole town has a feel of some latent violence about it. Lots of wrecked grand old buildings right near the old bridge and further away, are still buildings that look like something from WW2. The blocks you see in the foreground are remnants of the original bridge.
BiH doesn't have the natural tourism advantages that Croatia has so to even the odds up a bit, I checked into a Motel beside the Neretna river short of the Croatian border. I think I am the only guest…..food and wine are good though and I have a twin room for about £22. Who needs a tent.
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