The storm left almost no mark on our camping grounds, save for some broken branches and 5 cm elevated water level. The wind in the wake of the storm gave us a push in the back as we climbed a little higher. An 18 km descent with the first views of the sea awaited us, as we were higher up than we had thought. A strong sidewind made it a bit sketchy now and then, but nothing we couldn't handle. We exceeded the maximum allowed speedlimit, causing us to catch up with a traffic jam in no time.
Fig trees along the road provided a double dose of sugar and with dialated pupils we held course towards Pág. The bridge that formed the crossing to the island was far too windy to pass. We arrived at the bar before the bridge, almost being blown into the abyss. We saw a couple of guys laughing as we struggled to arrive and kept our bycicles from flying high into the sky. After a short chat these people turned out to be a Dj duo – Azimute - at the Sonus festival. Over some travarica we got to know them better and they put us on the guestlist. After they left we also met a fellow bike traveller, Tom, who treated us to some nice stories and a beer. We slept in the center of Pag, behind the local motorcycle club. We embraced the fierce wind and let it cradle us to sleep.