It is still hot, hot, hot. Too hot for pushing the bicycle around in any fashion. At one point, I gave up and found a spot in the shade on some cement (the alternative being stony dust and prickly weeds), and, using my water bottle as a pillow for my head, fell asleep. Two good Samaritans actually stopped to ask if I was OK which was very kind of them. When I got going again, a couple in their garden asked me in for a long, cool drink of water and then orange squash and told me it was 28˚C in the shade! (and that was 4pm). I think they saved my life!
I hid in yet another café before scooting downhill to Bakarac and booking into the cheap hotel there.
Croatia is cheap again – even with the British Pound slumping in the wake of the referendum and the vote to leave EU, it’s still less than £10 (in Croatian Kruns) to eat out. And the Hotel was around £20 including breakfast. Cheap and cheerful. I have reached the coast – and the Adriatic Sea looks amazing (if you avoid the docks, anyway). However, in this heat, there is the occasional whiff of rotting rubbish, or untreated sewage in the air.
As I check out facebook and the news, it’s all doom and gloom and people falling out with each other. I’m glad I’m away from the UK while this is happening. Brexit has caused some nasty feelings to emerge, especially with regards to immigration.