Day NineWe started the day together, for one last ride! As per the will of the FSM I planned to leave the group after the Dolomites stage and head off on my own into the Balkans. Like a brave little soldier. Soldier of peace.
As Richard and Martin were going north to Germany they came with me towards Bolzano before heading proper north and me turning east. Just as yesterday when we got stuck riding round a lorry car park at the outskirts of Bolzano, I did the same thing immediately after we parted company, again managing to go the wrong way down the autoroute. We're missing something but I'm not sure what. Anyway after much cursing I got onto the target road SS12 heading north east. Boring and hot. Then east. Bit better. Then into Austria where I picked up a vignette for 5 euros and 80 cents. I took the road called '100' towards Lienz and had a nice time. It gradually got less busy, less developed, and more sweeping bends. I immediately noticed in Austria the standard of driving went up, and the adherence to rules also. Pleasingly the A road speed limit in Asutria is 100kph, up from 90kph in Italy. Every little helps.
Somewhere along a mountainy bit I stopped next to some bike that looked nice and had one of those Austrian sausages with cheese inside, with some mustard and bread, and a coffee. I think here was where I was given a map of the region and briefly confirmed that my route through the country hit at least a few of their recommended roads.
Anyway I continued heading east and a bit south until a very uneventful crossing into Slovenia on a mini pass type road. I pulled over to take some pictures and then rode down to the hotel in Podkoren. It's a tiny village with a couple of cobbled streets and that appears to be all. Vitranc Boutique hotel was nice and my room had a view of a snowless ski slope (used for some international competition I think the chap said) plus massive rocky mountains with some clouds shuffling over them. Beautiful! It was only one night here as I wanted to get to Croatia for my first break of two nights and perhaps a chance to edit some videos [me: or not, have you tried editing 360 videos? Maybe next year].
For this trip (and NZ later in the year) I bought a 360 degree action camera, the Insta360 X3, and strapped it to the bike in various places at various times. It makes great footage but what it saves in framing shots - ie there's no framing as everything is in shot - it cancels out in requiring a large editing effort later. Still, by the time I had left the group I'd got several hours worth of mainly me, Richard, and Martin doing definitely high quality riding in incredible locations, so something good should hopefully be achievable. Eventually.
My first stop on my own, in Austria.
Austria nice.
Slovenia nice!
The hotel was a beaut' and a bunch of bikes appeared later too.
Ski slope and mountainy bits.
Dinner was great, and breakfast was good too, although self-serve machine coffee.
Day TenMoving on again today I rode from Slovenia down into Croatia. Being a lazy sausage and booking the previous hotel in the north-western most part of Slovenia, most of the day I rode through Slovenia where I enjoyed quite an abundance of fun roads, mostly 90kph limits, and no Slough-like depressing sprawling (insert negative adjectives x10) industrial places anywhere. I suppose that 88th largest economy vs 8th largest economy has something to do with that. And with a population of around 2 million it's going to struggle to be busy anywhere.
In the afternoon I crossed the border near the village of Babno Polje, which is about 30–40km inland and one of the smaller crossings. I expected - although Croatia did recently go Schengen - there'd be some kind of stop here, but I rode straight through an empty set of border paraphernalia.
The last part of the day took me into Croatia to a town called Tribalj, south of Rijeka and opposite the 'island' of Krk. Croatian country roads are strange. Some are twisty as anything and stay at a 90kph limit so off we go, where others are about the same degree of twistiness yet have a sign warning of "challenging road for motorcyclists" or something, and then a 50kph limit for the lot. Oh, also there are signs for bears.
Anyway, as I came down from the mountains to the east I got two things: an incredible view of the coast, and a return to high twenties celcius. My hotel - Hotel Balatura - is up a little tarmac track and has a delightfully treacherous gravel parking area with differing depths. That wasn't incredible. Later on a German couple arrived on HDs and enjoyed the parking ordeal almost as much as me.
The first surprise (or maybe the only one, it's a mystery to me as much as you right now) was when the young man showing me around stated "this is a vegetarian hotel sir." And then asked if I wanted to stay for dinner [still]. Given the temperature and my renowned ability to be so picky as to never choose somewhere to stop, I agreed. Turned out alright! I'd love to list what I ate but I can only recall lentils involved in the starter, and a deep fried green thing with mash potato for main. And some peach cake thing for dessert. There. I ate it all. Like a good boy. They also served a pilsner from what I understand is a local company that currently outsources the actual making to somewhere on the other side of the country. God knows. But it was unfiltered which makes a nice change. And it was nice enough, as pilsners go.
Then I went to bed. My room/apartment/suite thing was lovely air conditioned, nice solid stone thing with a roll-top tub and nice little balcony seating area with a great view of the sunset.
A nice desolate border crossing.
Excellent hotel.
Hurrah for beer!
Day ElevenOh yeah, tyres. Today is Monday, so that's why I didn't address this yesterday afternoon. I noticed my rear was getting well used and yesterday noted the remaining tread depth to the wear marker at about 1mm. Motorcycle dealers etc get fewer the further south so first thing this morning I set about internetting somewhere to go. The first place I spotted on my way into town and as it had scooters etc outside I popped in. They couldn't guarantee a tyre would arrived by tomorrow AM. I need it by then as I have at least 7 hours riding down to the south tomorrow. The second place, Motofix, run by a guy called Cristian, was much more helpful. He's a great guy and spent a long time trying to source my exact tyre. This didn't work as the main warehouse for most stuff is in Poland and would take more than a day to arrive. So we broadened our search for "anything with a name I know" and as luck would have it a Bridgestone of some variety was not too far away. So he ordered that for tomorrow, and we cross out fingers.
It's not over yet though! Having had this issue myself I mentioned the huge 60mm nut holding the rear on, just to check he has the tools. He has not. So another good while was spent sourcing a 60mm socket, which he's also ordered for tomorrow. So fingers crossed for Croatian logistics and that new borderless border!
Having done all I could do I rode out and decided to see what this Krk island place is all about. Turns out it's all about getting to 32c and being full of German tourists driving huge campers at slow speed. After a loop of a couple of little towns there I got out and back to the hotel. Too hot!
The day ended with beer and another impressive vegetarian/vegan dinner.
Day TwelveWhew. Long day. As I ate whatever vegetarians eat for breakfast my phone lit up with a WhatsApp from Cristian letting me know the tyre had arrived.
Side note: In the past I've always found it overly burdensome trying to re-pack every morning, cramming all my stuff into the bags/panniers and then trying to squeeze my panniers closed. Also on this bike the panniers don't like to open if they're under pressure/overly full. Fun. For this trip I did two things differently. First I bought proper lightweight trousers and tops, and a pair of Freet shoes (barefoot type things with bugger all sole). Secondly I put all clothes into several zip-lock bags and squashed the air out. These two decisions made it a lot easier each morning to just roll stuff up, put it into the zip-lock bags, squash the bags. I did look into the various stuff sacks and packing cubes etc, but they respectively had no control over thickness and didn't actually compress.
Oh yeah, lastly I took a dry bag and some bio-degradeable washing liquid so I could wash my clothes on the go. And some paracord and 3d printed clothes pegs. Because I don't own clothes pegs and my whittling knife is dulled.
Back to the excitement. Bike all packed I had a nice checkout chat with one of the owners (who was more German than Croatian, which informs this statement), "we think of you British as our younger brother, always making silly mistakes" (guess the topic where we're talking idiotic decisions) and got going directly to the garage.
Both the tyre and the 60mm socket thing had arrived. After a little while of chatting with him and his mate we put the bike on his lift and he tried to loosen the nut. And tried again. And got a bigger lever. And had me hold the rear, and tried again. Eventually he got the thing off. It's on with about 260Nm and I know it was at that torque as I bought a lovely new wrench and was the last to do it. Our K1300Ss take 60 ish Nm for each of the 5 or 6. Mad. All in the name of style. Maybe. But then my hub doesn't corrode at the edge so harrumph.
He nipped off round the corner to get the tyre replaced and some paint scratched off the edge of my rim. Because apparently it's really difficult not to be shit (to be clear this was not his fault, it was the tyre shop he took it to). When he came back he exclaimed about my chain being dry as a bone and pretty much insisted he clean and wax it. I checked the tension which was fine. As were the pads all round, and my final drive wasn't leaking because I don't have one. So all good.
Somehow it was midday by the time I left. And it was hot. For the whole ride it varied between 31 and 35c. I took the coastal roads, but was stressing about speed limits for the most part ("oh a slight bend, we better add a 30kph sign!" ad nauseam), interrupted by tagging onto an occasional passing vehicle. Did I mention it was hot? I'm so glad I got my new mesh type stuff as my old Halvarssons Goretex stuff would have boiled me.
I stopped for a late lunch somewhere with a non-neutered cat and amazingly didn't get poisoned from the seafood risotto I wisely chose from the menu.
Somewhere possibly near Split I jumped onto a toll road to get me the rest of the way. If I recall correctly this toll road issued a paper ticket which I handed in at the end and paid a small bill. No worrying about sensors!
I got to the hotel (re-assured weeks before with the response "don't worry we have secure parking for your bike sir!") to find nothing in the way of special parking potential. This was possibly the first time I covered the bike and used the disc lock. Mostly because I viewed this area as a bit of a border crossing town/village. The hotel was nice though. It appeared to be a recently built cafe/bar with a few rooms above to aid in revenue generation. Speaking to the young lady who checked me in, it's a quiet town and not a lot of opportunities. I imagine that's the case in a lot of places (/me waves at everyone in the north).
After unpacking and checking my pockets for detritus I realised I'd taken the key and delightful wooden keyring from the previous hotel! Being a silly goose I went downstairs and after a bit of a chat the lady rang my old place and arranged to send the key back. Good stuff.
I have a feeling my dinner here was a Twirl and some biscuits as they didn't have a restaurant and I was too tired to walk anywhere.
Bike ready to go!
Tyres time.
I must have taken this to illustrate either mileage, a dying battery, a faulty oil temp sensor or I don't know why.
"will someone please sterilise me!"
Lunch stop with a view.
Hotel stop with also a view.
To be continued...