Good morning from the beautiful walls of De Bronik as we say goodbye to Croatia. Best country so far, but I’ve heard Montenegro is lovely. So, we’ll have a look, shall we? Today started like many days on the trip. A bakery and big hills. The usual warm up for the legs and the soul. The long 8% stretches felt brutal, but they’re going to be insignificant soon. Montenegro welcomed us with the stunning Bay of Couture, but the border control didn’t welcome the van. Just like that, we were solo, homeless, kitless, with no support and leaving Phil with the mother of all detours. He needed to drive back through Croatia for a ferry to Italy and then driving another crossing for Greece with the aim to meet in Corfu. With only the clothes on our back, Jimmy raided the bargain basement who we had no room for shoes to carry. So we wounded budv barefoot. We did indulge in some freshly caught barracuda for dinner which was much better for our souls. We were back to washing our undies in the sinks, but a big shout out to the hotel security legend who looked after our bikes overnight. We set off for Albania, but the roads took a spine crunching turn for the worst. And with only one inner tube spear in our pockets, we were riding very carefully. James got his grubby mitts on some giant peaches at the border, which went down a treat in the heat. Juices dribbling down our faces and bodies rehydrated. We were ready again. We stopped just shy of Tana and had a refreshing dip in the pool, which cooled us down from a hot day in the saddle. Ready for the pool, Jimmy? Let’s send it. We’ve got a plan to reunite with the van, but will it work?
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Crazy progress, keep up🔥🔥🔥