212 Kms from Potomje
I took a very long, but great route getting here. First I passed through Plitvice Lakes National Park. Next, I rode over Mali Alan pass. Earlier, in the morning, it was raining a tiny bit, so I was happy to see that it stopped by the time I started up the pass. I’d just have to deal with a little fog at the top. The road surface wasn’t too bad…some occasional loose gravel and ruts, but nothing serious, and there hadn’t been enough rain to make it muddy. Coming down the south side was a little more nerve wracking. Less than fifty feet of visibility and hairpins with no warnings or guardrails made for some very slow riding.After getting down from the pass, I was about 30km from my destination, but decided to backtrack to get some riding in along the coast…wise choice. The view was amazing, the road surface was surprisingly good, and the riding was excellent. I rode from Senj to Zadar…any motorcyclists out there that want a nice route, keep this one in mind. So, now I’m in Zadar…it’s a nice little city with some Roman ruins to see in the old town…very interesting. Right on the water were two cool features. The first was the sea organs, which are large tubes underneath marble steps leading to the waterfront. As waves pass over the tubes underneath these steps, they emit different sounds. And the second shows up after sunset…the Greeting to the Sun. This large disk has LEDs of various colors that light up in crazy patterns, and all the while, you can hear the sea organs in the background…just add mushrooms and you’ve got yourself a party!
95 Kms from Potomje
-Missing trains (Lost the count)
69 Kms from Potomje
This one was an incident that we were unprepared for, at least in Croatia. The same night we had a night bus from Zagreb to Dubrovnik. With the bus tickets and passport safe, we decided to continue with our travel after having reported the theft of the wallet.With a big bag (befitting a 50day trip) per person, we were stared at by our bus driver. He seemed a rather unpleasant person, who was at least highly suspicious of us. We decided to ignore that, only to wake up to a surprise. The driver had tipped us to the Boarder Police while crossing Bosnia and Herzegovina. On their routine checking, they took our passports and even asked one of our team mates- Akash to head out of the bus.The police only had 4 passports, 4 Indian passports. Bunny was asked to empty has pockets and further on asked to open his bag. The police was hoping to find some drugs, and they weren’t any secretive of their intentions. They asked Bunny to handover any drug that he had on him.Of course the bus driver, who assisted in opening the luggage storage in the bus was enjoying the scene.When there was nothing to be found worth reporting, we were handed back our passports. (Honestly, with all the cases of framing that we’ve read, this was a scary experience)Reaching Dubrovnik wasn’t the end of this as more people gave us dirty stares on the bus. Someone did mutter ‘Asians’ while making a face.Further on, we were questioned if we belonged to Pakistan or Bangladesh.You see, things aren’t always as FAIR as THEY SEEM TO BE!Don’t worry; Croatia did give us a fare share of fun and joy. And I shall post about that too! SOON.Until next post,Parampara(Who has crossed levels of being AWARA)This post is from the 50Days trip to Europe across 9 countries and 20 cities. For more updates and blogs in this series, check Awara Diaries.
60 Kms from Potomje
Crossing into Bosnia and Herzegovina the next day brought on a drastic change. Mosques started showing up in villages instead of just churches, cars from the 90s were traded for cars from the 70s, houses were far more utilitarian…but there were still plenty of stray dogs. I arrived in Mostar (unofficial capital of Herzegovina) and had plenty of the day left to see a bit of the city. In 1992, the Serbian Orthodox church (in eastern Mostar) was destroyed. Today, they are just now starting to rebuild the church.The ruins of the original church are still at the site. They were able to retrieve the church bells from the rubble, which will be used again in the new church.