Oh how the countries fly
We leave Thessaloniki bright eyed and bushy tailed. As we ride out of town we see in the distance the fabled Mount Olympus. I get misty eyed as I hear the distant sounds of the sirens calling me and luring me from the top of Mt Olympus. Then reality strikes as I realise the sound of the sirens is of course more practical - just a Greek ambulance and police car behind me !
We hit the superhighway heading towards Athens. Then another superhighway heading to the Albanian border. It is mostly a 3 lane motorway, a 130 km per hour speed limit and virtually no traffic. What an extreme contrast from the dirt tracks of Mongolia
Mongolian motorway
Greek motorway !
Spot the difference!
We get to the Albania border crossing. A 20 minute crossing. Magic compared with border crossings we have done.
Albania is a contrast. We go from the 130 Kph 3 lane super highway suddenly within 100 metres to rural roads with 60 Kph and 80 Kph speed limits. There are horses and carts on the road and hay being carted. Quite a contrast from Greece
Then it is into Tirana. We stay at a hotel in the centre of town where, in contrast to the countryside, the people are chic, the clothes are chic, coffee bars are everywhere and the everyone looks happy. It is the oft seen city/ rural divide
There is a ginormous Square in the centre of town with a very Russian building at the end
Next day it is Montenegro. Again a big contrast. Montenegro seems just one big holiday country with hotels and apartments and gigantic gin palaces everywhere along a delightful coast. The sun is shining, the Med is bright blue and the scenery is “oarsome” ! Diana, being helpful, shows the ferry captain which way to go as we cross Kotor harbour
And we have a night near Kotor at a hotel in front of a nice marina. Would this yacht be more comfortable than the moortbike. The yacht is for sale
Next day it is off to Croatia, then Bosnia then enter Croatia again. There is a hiccup at the Croatian border. The immigration people want a Green Card ( a EU insurance policy card) . We don’t have one. I get summonsed into the “ headmasters office”. After lots of gnashing of teeth, lots of apologies and lots of grovelling we are allowed in. I promise faithfully not to have an accident in Croatia which doesn’t seem an unreasonable concession on my part.
We pass by the lovely Dubrovnik
At the Bosnia border we just get waved thru. It is amazing what handsome looks and an intelligent face will do to an immmigration Officer! . Then 20 minutes down the road we leave Bosnia and are back in Croatia again
Then is a eye candy trip up the Dalmatian coast to Zadar where we stay the night
We try and find our hotel in the old part of Zadar. However the streets to thehotel turn out to be pedestrian only
We beat a tactical retreat to a “ tour bus hotel”. I resist the naughty temptation to say “ Ba’a”
And on the final of the four days we blast up the island of Pag and cross to the mainland and head to Opatija.
There we will join up with Hamish and Melba who are flying ying down from London and joining us at Melba’s parents house. We get a delightful Croatian welcome as we arrive at their house. It is all very nice
And finally the next morning I take the bike down to the BMW service centre for a full bells and whistles 40,000 km service
Mongolian BMW service centre ( three months ago )
Croatian BMW service centre
Oh dear. Within 5 minutes two problems are found. The front shock absorber is leaking oil and has to be replaced
And the telelever arm is bent and has to be replaced. This arm is supposed to be straight
Well, it is only money ! Both problems are presumably as a result of the Mongolian pothole of three months ago. We agree the arm will be replaced now and the shock absorber in London The thought of a flailing telelever arm detaching bears no thinking about! So we will have several fill in days until the spare part arrives from Germany. With Croatian hospitality that is an extremely pleasant prospect.
Gosh, travelling here is so so easy compared to some of what we have been through
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