As we woke up to grey skies, rain and the odd distant thunder, we decided to move another 50 miles up the coast of Istria purely so we could travel while the weather was a bit iffy and also be that bit closer on our eventual journey to Venice.
We were singing along to our tunes and the weather was gradually getting better when suddenly there were signs for the border between Croatia and Slovenia! We had forgotten that when Yugoslavia was split up, they gave Slovenia their bit of the med, just hadn’t realised it was that close. DOOHHH!!!
Luckily the passports were close at hand so it was hello Slovenia, wether we liked it or not.
Our plan for getting a couple of crates of local beer for Ryan and Chris, disappeared. (Sorry)
We arrived at camp Fiesta and this was the first time we felt a bit ripped off, the campside location was ideal for the amazing town of Piran which is a definite must see but it was €30 near enough as the bloody jirmans are on holiday so the ACSI cards are not accepted.
A ten minute coastal walk into Piran along with exploring the local cuisine was called for, then it was a 20 miler coastal bike ride which took in the coastal salt pans and mile after miler of little boats and various birdlife that Keith would have known.
Decided to get off early and head for the Italian coast but the campsite didn’t do early and nothing opened till 9.30 plus even if we had paid up the night before, the locked barrier made sure no one did a runner.
Eventually got off just after half nine and it was Camping Primero here we come, for a couple of days of bike riding in the morning and relaxing in the afternoons/evening, well that was the rough plan.