Distance cycled: 106km from Southern coastal border of Bosnia to Marko's little haven 500 meters north of Mikulici
Average speed: 16.6km/h
Moving time: 6h23m
Total distance: 4842km
Border X'ings: 17
Money spent: €5
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It was a very interesting day today with losses, mishaps and mechanical difficulties.
Because we were low on breakfast foods we packed our things and headed out on the main road towards Dubrovnik but before we left I had to patch a puncture on my front tire, this caused an issue with my breaks, actually my break as my rear ones were pretty useless. Having thought I sorted the issue with my break I cycled 20km not realizing that one of the break pads were rubbing against the rim - this explained why it was so exhausting trying to keep up with romain; to solve the issue I disconnected the break completely meaning that I had to cycle unable to stop... I'm sure this will keep mum happy. I managed to sort it out later in the day when arriving in Dubrovnik where I happen to loose Romain when hastily rolling down the hill to the port town hoping no vehicles or pedestrians would get in my way.
This is where I found another issue - my rear wheel that I was told would only last another 1000km back in Canada some 6000km before had buckled where one of the spokes connects to the rim making my rear wheel run a little wonky.
Dubrovnik isn't a cycling city meaning there were not any bike shops that I could find a replacement wheel, still I pursued the search for one as well as trying to find where the hell Romain went, I succeeded in neither of these things and after running about the city like a headless chicken asking people whether they had seen another touring cyclist the sun was beginning to set and I needed to push on on my bike that wasn't in good shape.
I had organized to stay with someone on warm-showers 30km from Dubrovnik and because Romain was nowhere to be seen and after facebooking him to find his whereabouts I sent him a message with my number and pressed on towards Marko's place in the dusk that soon became dark.
It was a good thing that Marko lived on a secondary coastal road that didn't harbor much traffic and I made it there safely.
Finally being able to get in contact (via tact message) with Romain he made his way to Marko's place soon after I arrived.
Marko, a big Croatian man who hosts many cyclists through warmshowers, in his mid 70's, very well spoken and has much experience in his life told us stories about his youth and the political situation of Croatia amongst other countries for which I don't care for whilst we ate/drank his soup with open ears.
Normally Marko has his guests camp in his huge backyard that stretches back above the coastal road all with unobstructed ocean views but because it was dark he let us sleep in his office where we could sleep on beds.
Camp
On the way to Dubrovnik
Dubrovnik!
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