Today was an exercise in how many people can share a narrow bike path. In both directions, on all sorts of bikes. Some heads down worrying about Strava segments. Some following a “Boom Boom” speaker system, some herding their flock of children.
Progress was happily slow.
The lake shore is a strip development of [second] homes, stalls, marinas. With the odd airfield thrown in. In between, lavender fields which an old and tradional crop here.
Today we had an adventure to find a bike shop to fix my bike. What did we do before Google, Google maps and all the gps things we now have to navigate in a foreign country. Most of the tourists here are Hungarian or German – yet the young mechanic helped us in English, and made an effort to sort things out – which he did, though I suspect the bolts he put in will need drilled out if need replaced in future. For now, all good.
A new therapy enters the vocabularly, balneotherapy. Somebody, now in a statue, started it here in the hot baths. A Spa town and taking the waters. We also have to take a lot of water to keep hydrated as the temperature nudges up.
A good nights sleep and we enter Slovenia tomorrow. All we need is the live music in the square outside to finish: as I type the furniture is moving across the floor to an Abba tribute band. So as Meat Loaf might say : one out of two ain’t bad – we’ll enter Slovenia tomorrow.
Travelling reflections 