I can’t believe that we have been doing this for nearly a year and that we are now on our final trip.

After a week at home seeing insurance assessor and body shops re. our sheep damage issue, current estimate ₤7K, lots of rogan josh will need to be eaten to get payback! We have now set off for Croatia.

Currently, after travelling down through France, Belgium, The Netherlands, Germany and Austria, we are in Slovenia. It’s high season and the campsites are rammed, and Sharon has already seen enough of overweight middle aged men in Speedos (won’t be getting mine out then!). To quote “Why you would want to wear a pair of Speedos unless you look like David Beckham is beyond me.”

Not a lot of personal space

As always Sharon throws  herself into the languages and feels it’s ignorant if you don’t at least try, whereas my approach (wrongly I know) has been to learn two phrases for each language:
1) I am sorry I don’t understand I am English
2) Two beers please.

However Croatian is not a language that either of us have any great knowledge of, although I did have a Serbo-Croat phrase book when I visited Yugoslavia on my first European van trip some 30 years ago. For this trip the phrase book chosen was a Lonely Planet one which seems to focus more on the social side of the trip than the practical e.g. “Lakse malo macore!” (see below), rather than the slightly middle aged but useful “Diesel on pump number one please ”.

Relaxing at Lake Bohinjksko Jezero 36 degrees C

Cycling through Slovenian meadows

The plan, as much as there is one, is to spend a couple of days in Slovenia before heading across to Zagreb in Croatia and then South to Dubrovnik – this will involve a ferry crossing as we can’t get insurance for Bosnia (which cuts Croatia in two just North of Dubronik). Beyond that we have yet to decide.

“Lakse malo macore!” = Easy tiger!”