|Venice side 'street'|
|Sunset in the Venetian Lagoon|
|Venice at night.|
New terrain and a challenging language welcomed us as we crossed the frontier into Slovenia, a country we both know so little about. The early signs of Autumn were beginning to show on the vast expanses of forest that coat over 50% of this republic, a reminder of how long we’ve been on the road. As our route climbed into the Julian Alps a light drizzle was accompanied by a significant drop in the temperature and we added layers to counteract the chill. While pulled over to compare our map to the confusing road signs another long distance biker from Serbia joined us to take photos and share stories, his positive attitude and beaming smile quickly made us forget about the inclement weather and our damp spirits. Suitably encouraged, we pushed onwards and upwards into the Triglav National Park settling for a campsite near the village of Boh. Bistrica. Within minutes of setting camp and cooking dinner a torrential downpour began that lasted well into the following day. After a long night of thunder, lightning and relentless rain we packed out soaked gear and retreated to a warm, dry hostel in the nearby town of Bred.
|Our first taste of Slovenia|