We had a great ride guys, thank for all that and your company. Can't wait for Romania next year.
I checked some Youtube footage and it's even more wild than Croatia!
Oh, and I have some 200 pics, will post them soon but not after I have 'refreshed' my 690...
Cheerio!
All my pics are here, check them out, some of them are quite OK if you don't mind me saying so
https://plus.google.com/u/0/photos/111169153102399394793/albums/5747305492918325937Mark's bike was a bit dirty so he drove it in a ditch with fresh spring water to get it clean. But how to get it out?
A sling and brute engine force did the trick!
No need to explain here that we had plenty of rain, the whole valley was flooded!
To the south the terrain was more rocky and dry
I also drove the snow. Summer fun!
No boundaries here but no driving either. This valley was mined, a left over from the war...
I rode with the 'old guys' for a few days (being not too young myself...) so we had the obligatory daily pick-nick!
Matje is trying to look like a military from the past here being green and all
The further we got the better the fun!
On day 9 (or was it 8?) some went north to Ljubljana. A few decided to go island hopping and we did some great trails there!
These vipers were everywhere! This one attacked me but I was stronger and faster and grabbed it while doing 100kmh downhill. The bastard!
Trail leading to the dreaded Hillary Step up ahead...
2 days later Jeff and I were still debating if this is considered a fall or not!
This definitely was, Rolf laying it down
Slippy stuff, wet clay and rocks is double fun!
And the cowards going back which may have been harder than going further on the trail
Croatia is beautiful!
And of course I went off once or twice as well. Slippery underground, what can I say...
This picture is obviously photo shopped as both Steven and I (who rode the last trails together) did not see ANY sign at all. Zero!
Anyway, this trail let us over a big mountain pass, all unpaved gravel stuff, long. Did I say long? And with a million hairpins...
And the last day, back in Villach. Not all 36 who started made it, there was only a few of us left. The (hard) core so to say.
The end...
