And I’m hiding from the hot sun AGAIN! Too hot. Drippy, sweaty, slippery, hard to get breath in treacly hot air, melting hot, hot. Fortunately I have only 20 miles or so to do, before I meet up with the lovely Katja and Patrick again.
Was spectacular riding over the bridge with a thunderstorm happening to the North and pleasant blowy, breeze, but then it just became hot and dry and hot again. I cycle a bit (riding or pushing from one patch of shade to the next) then hide again in nearest café drinking cold and sweet stuff – especially Radler, which is like shandy, but made with grapefruit or lemon or orange. I particularly like the grapefruit version. I stop to sit down in the shade afforded by a building in the closed Bonsai garden centre car park. There are another couple there – and they take pity on me sitting gasping like a fish out of water and offer me a bottle of Schwepps bitter lemon before getting back into their air-conditioned car and driving off. I am truly grateful.
I finally made it to Camping Krk which is a couple of miles further than Krk Town, and Katja and Patrick are not in their tent. It doesn’t help that reception pointed me to the WRONG tent. Camping Krk is a HUGE camping town designated 5* – it has mobile homes, places for camper vans, and enormous fully equipped, pitched tents.
Although the site is owned by a company called ‘Valmer’, they obviously franchise areas to other companies who can access the centralised facilities (restaurants, children’s playground and entertainments, laundry and shower blocks etc etc) The 6 berth tent Katja and Patrick are staying in is run by ‘Suncamp’ and the guy who’s ‘patch’ it is, asks me questions that I find difficult to answer. He comes across as quite belligerent initially and I don’t help by being correspondingly vague: No, they weren’t expecting me TODAY particularly (our arrangements were not exactly writ in stone, and wifi is erratic). No, can’t remember Patrick’s surname – or the town they come from in Germany! (Thought it was Bennsheim – but that was Lisa – it’s actually Neustadt an der Weinstrasse because I’ve access to t’internet so can look it UP now!) I also manage to spell Katja’s surname wrong – it’s Maibaum NOT Malbaum. Deary me, who’d have thought I’d cause so much trouble? But at least it’s cooler now – being 8.30pm gone.
In the end, I go park my bicycle in the tent zone (still not knowing which one is Katja and Patrick’s) and abandon Ro while I go have something to eat in the restaurant. Just as I finish, Katja finds me! Many hugs and apologies for being the cause of trouble with the main man (who’s name I find out is ‘Alan’).
All’s well that ends well and we have a great time catching up with news before tumbling into bed at gone 11pm. Germany played Slovakia in the UEFA cup – and won 3-0 (Patrick and Katja watched the game earlier).
Was spectacular riding over the bridge with a thunderstorm happening to the North and pleasant blowy, breeze, but then it just became hot and dry and hot again. I cycle a bit (riding or pushing from one patch of shade to the next) then hide again in nearest café drinking cold and sweet stuff – especially Radler, which is like shandy, but made with grapefruit or lemon or orange. I particularly like the grapefruit version. I stop to sit down in the shade afforded by a building in the closed Bonsai garden centre car park. There are another couple there – and they take pity on me sitting gasping like a fish out of water and offer me a bottle of Schwepps bitter lemon before getting back into their air-conditioned car and driving off. I am truly grateful.
I finally made it to Camping Krk which is a couple of miles further than Krk Town, and Katja and Patrick are not in their tent. It doesn’t help that reception pointed me to the WRONG tent. Camping Krk is a HUGE camping town designated 5* – it has mobile homes, places for camper vans, and enormous fully equipped, pitched tents.
Although the site is owned by a company called ‘Valmer’, they obviously franchise areas to other companies who can access the centralised facilities (restaurants, children’s playground and entertainments, laundry and shower blocks etc etc) The 6 berth tent Katja and Patrick are staying in is run by ‘Suncamp’ and the guy who’s ‘patch’ it is, asks me questions that I find difficult to answer. He comes across as quite belligerent initially and I don’t help by being correspondingly vague: No, they weren’t expecting me TODAY particularly (our arrangements were not exactly writ in stone, and wifi is erratic). No, can’t remember Patrick’s surname – or the town they come from in Germany! (Thought it was Bennsheim – but that was Lisa – it’s actually Neustadt an der Weinstrasse because I’ve access to t’internet so can look it UP now!) I also manage to spell Katja’s surname wrong – it’s Maibaum NOT Malbaum. Deary me, who’d have thought I’d cause so much trouble? But at least it’s cooler now – being 8.30pm gone.
In the end, I go park my bicycle in the tent zone (still not knowing which one is Katja and Patrick’s) and abandon Ro while I go have something to eat in the restaurant. Just as I finish, Katja finds me! Many hugs and apologies for being the cause of trouble with the main man (who’s name I find out is ‘Alan’).
All’s well that ends well and we have a great time catching up with news before tumbling into bed at gone 11pm. Germany played Slovakia in the UEFA cup – and won 3-0 (Patrick and Katja watched the game earlier).
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