Yesterday's clouds
turned into a full-scale rainstorm that kept me tossing and turning
through the night - aware that if I didn't make it to the port of Bar by
that evening, I'd have to wait several days for the next ferry. But when
I actually stuck my head out about 6.30ish into the fog, rain and wind -
I had no choice, it would not have been safe on the road.
So
I sent some emails, did some reading, and prepared to pay for another
night. But the old chap didn't show and, about 10.00, the cloud lifted
as the sun came through! So I decided to go for it after all. Packed in a
rush and leapt on the bike..only to find that my brand-new, just-fitted
tyre had a puncture!
Adrenaline gave a
welcome boost to my tyre changing and my legs, as I charged out of town,
looking for the road to Budva, the capital, which I reached about 1.15
after some hard riding in what turned out to be a rather nice, albeit
windy, day.
Not ironic. It really was a rather nice area!
Somehow the road to Bar seemed
much harder work, not helped by the fact that I seemed to have lost my
headphones so had no distractions on a couple of very long uphills.
Spirits flagged as I passed one after another half-finished concrete
developments, run down houses and generally grotty areas. What on earth
am I doing here?
Feeling a bit overloaded?
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