With our legs still a bit stiff, we had to say to ourselves they'll lift us up where we belong. Where the eagles cry, over mountains high, as we found ourselves on some sort of plateau after exiting the Plitvice nature domain. With a storm on our tails, we raced through this deserted terrain in search of water, biting through our hangriness. Knowing there was a lake ahead, we pushed through to 90 km and found an island to sleep on. As we arrived early today, we enjoyed the afternoon sun, shared some Travarica with a shepherd, laughing about having outpedalled the storm. We sat by our little pyropit, with a smug smile on our faces, watching one lightning after the other flash behind the mountain range we crossed today. Suddenly the flames of our fire started dancing wildly and our hammocks became sails in the wind. We knew what was coming. After hours of continuous lightning and exploding thunder we started losing pegs and our tent collapsed to half size. Without fear we rushed out in our underwear and started battling the elements for five hours straight. Our tent went airborne, lightning kept striking above us with nothing but water all around, things were looking pretty grim.