KRK - POSTOJNA . . . SLOVENIA . . . DAY 22

Waking up in full sun when sleeping outside is hell, luckily Alex predicted where the sun would rise from perfectly and we earned a well deserved lay in the shade. We explored the abandon hotel a little more, Jan took on a heavy kinker and ended up in the water and then we packed up and headed for Slovenia.
Once we crossed the border the temperature seemed to drop almost immediately and within minutes we were surrounded by pine tree forests. Within 1.5 hour we were at the D.I.Y spot in Postojna (Pos-toin-a) and the vibes were high leaving the unbearable heat of the coast behind us we enjoyed an afternoon session with a few cold refreshing beers . . .

SENJ to The island of KRK . . . CROATIA . . . DAY 21

After a rough Monday night celebrating Alexs birthday we were woken by some angry police who searched, questioned and prodded at our spongy hung over brains for around 30 minutes before letting us free. We went down aye some Burek for breakfast and wondered around the small town of Senj and Jan even found a little hip to skate with views for days.
The Croatian coast is scattered with thousands of islands large and small. We decided last minute to drive over to the island of Krk to see what it had to offer. For poor Sydor it offered an ocean floor full of sea urchins, which resulted in his foot getting pissed on for the remainder of the afternoon by upto 8 different men. The following morning he had to go to the doctor and i think had over 30 spines removed from his foot. While poor Syd had to retire to a hotel for the night the rest of us slept on the roof of the largest hotel in all of former Yugoslavia. Even the late Libyan leader Mummar Gaddafi use to spend his summers here among an array of other world famous guests. But tonight it was only us and the starlit sky.    

SENJ . . . CROATIA . . . DAY 20

After an incredible half day spent walking through the Plitvice National park we headed for the coast in search of good times and a suitable place to camp and celebrate the birthday of Alex Pasch. As we weaved through the little villages the scars of the Yugoslav war were apparent; bullet holes scaring many buildings, not even the smallest of countryside cottages spared. We stopped at a supermarket and stocked up on alcohol, food supplies, sampled a coco-loco stole some fire wood and followed the road up and over the mountains to our destination, the Adriatic sea. Vibes were high as the sun was setting and we scouted a perfect spot wedged between some rocks to celebrate Alexs birthday with the help of some Gin.