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The plan to go to Zadar I had to let go as accommodation was nearly impossible to find unless you travel on a different budget. It is holiday time in Europe and on top of that during the weekends many people go to the Adriatic.
The next town a bit further down the road is Sibenik. I know the name well as in the past I had been there with my then brother in law whose nickname was Sieb. We stopped there and positioned ourselves in front of the sign "Sibenik" as in Dutch the sign read Si(e)b en ik, (Si(e)b and I) Another time when I saw the exact same sign was in the newspapers when tanks were positioned in the same position near the sign firing grenades into the city
Anyway let's start at the beginning of the day. I usually look at a web route planner first . It gave me the figures of: fast route 562 km in 4.45 hours or Shortest 500km – 9 hours !!. That’s an average of 55 km per hour. ) I knew what to expect.
My host of the past few days offered to ride with me on another BMW which he pulled out of the shed. In the three day I had been there, he had not mentioned that he had another bike. I could see why. He was a GS Adventure rider and this was a cruiser which is ridden by a different class rider. In Australia they consider them sissy bikes.
The route lead me into territory I never knew even existed. For several hours the road was around two meters wide or less, just enough for a tractor. I was amazed that so high up in the mountains and on steep slopes I would encounter so many farms. At times my speed dropped to 30 km per hour due to the gravel and cow manure on the road.
Many times the GPS lead me up on a steep trail where I was sure I would meet a dead end or would end up in a shed or someone back yard.
I stopped at an intersection to see if I could work out where I was but my paper map gave me no clue at all. The part what really worried me was that my red low fuel warning light had been on for close to an hour and with an speedometer that did not work I could only guess how much petrol I had left
12 hours later I reached Sibinik, exhausted but satisfied but… But where was the hostel?
I typed the address in the GPS but it showed a message that the address could not be accessed. What did that mean. Oh…perhaps a mall. Not a problem I would just ride through the mall, but… I found no mall but a town build on a hill and stepped streets leading in all directions. The bike had to stay in parked on the promenade at the boat harbour for the night. I learned that it pays to check a location before committing to a booking.
After offloading all my gear I rode the bike over to a promenade and pulled the cover over her, she should be ok as the light are on all night.
Another long tiring day