Feeling blue after leaving one of our crew behind, we started pedaling towards Peljesac. There awaited us an important post package from home, ready for pick-up. When the sun was at it’s highest, we went looking for a refreshing dive in Makarska. With our toes already over the edge of the 20m high cliffs, a semi-submarine captain signaled the water was too shallow to jump, thus we moonwalked back to safer grounds. To digest these recent disappointments, we took out Mr. Flavour Saver (the parting gift we inherited from Oli before we seperated), playing some sad sad six string blues.
The next day, while standing on the doorstep of our camp spot, ready for take-off, a trio of fully packed cyclers passed by. Seemingly, fate brought us these fellow travelers to fill the void. Riding in pairs at a strong pace, the first 30 km’s passed by in no time. Staying in our saddles, we exchanged our plans and some road wisdom. Intrigued by the first world cyclers we came across; with Pim going to Nepal and Matt and Joanna going as far east as possible, we parted ways in Ploce, where we had to catch the ferry to Peljesac.
This time we didn’t throw our tickets in the trashcan and carefully watched the dockside from the patio of the Kockica bar. Here we met a certified normal person and a hitch hiker he picked up. When we asked him for a cigarette he answered “Sure man, kill yourself, it’s your life and you do what you want”. We will call this guy Shanks for privacy reasons and the hitch hiker’s name was Adrian. Boarding the ferry together we started talking and asked this local about our fishing chances in Peljesac and dolphins we spotted earlier. Being a true ‘quote canon’, his answer was very clear: “I don’t know man, sometimes they’re here, sometimes they’re not. Fish don’t follow the rules, a dolphin won’t stop for a red light!”.
45 Minutes later we arrived on the peninsula and started conquering the 9 km long mountain road in one haul. Like an eagle dives to catch a mouse, we swiftly reached our pickup location in Viganj at the seaside. Excited with our new gears we went looking for a WiFi spot to check out our notebook to update the blog. A restaurant was found where we ordered a meat platter and while looking a bit disappointed about the portions (they don’t understand a cycler’s stomach), a car stopped and opened the window. “Heeeey crazy Belgians, this is not China, what are you doing here?” Shanks and Adrian parked the car and came to have a glass of wine with us. They explained they took a wrong turn but were happy to see us again. The quote meister took us to another bar of a friend of his, where we had a couple of beers and enjoyed a live band.
Being a bit light headed, we offered our two new friends to break in our new hammocks instead of sleeping in their car. We found a nice private beach where we could hang with the five of us.