Farewell to Croatia - on to the sea (Day 9 - 11)

I stand still, the Croatian sea is roaring relentlessly and somehow it is quiet and yet not. I would say idyllic, the place is really great. I wonder where our journey will take us next. Slovenia has only a few kilometers of coastline to offer.

I feel that we should soon move on. Guidebooks are being flipped through and the route is roughly planned. Time to set off.

Nevertheless, I would like to briefly report that the past few days in Croatia were great. Since yesterday, there has been a large Fiat next to me with three nice people on board. I gather that the Fiat is borrowed, the family is from Bremen. We get along brilliantly. While the Fiat (I don't know its real name) stands patiently, everyone goes snorkeling and swimming together, drinking Croatian wine and freshly brewed espresso by the sea. We also watch the World Cup semi-final and cheer together. I think I will visit these three in Bremen someday.

Conclusion:

Croatia has a fantastic sea, nice people, and no stressed-out drivers. I felt comfortable and it is difficult to say goodbye, but we want to continue.

So everything is packed up and off we go 37km to Ankaran. I want to drive along the coast so that I can always see the sea.

It takes forever to reach the border, there is a traffic jam - but we are in no hurry.

In Slovenia, we pass through Lucia, Piran, Portoroz, and Koper, almost to the Italian border. I simply navigate by looking at Trieste during the drive. Perfect. Departure from Croatia at 11:31 am - arrival at the Adriatic in Ankaran, Slovenia, searching for a spot and including setting up the awning and enjoying a cold Radler at 2:31 pm.

We arrive at the campground without a reservation - I have to wait until a good spot is found on foot. Then it goes very quickly. Up to the campground, past permanent campers, caravans, and tents, I end up right by the sea with a view from the rear. No comparison to the last spot, but really beautiful. I am looking at a Slovenian couple, who are not very pleased that they will have to look at me for a few days.

I observe how many people are here. As soon as the PalmaEasyAir is set up, a curious VW Bus driver from Austria comes over to chat. Where from and what and which tent... I have been watching him since our arrival - he seems nice.

I'm in a good spot and enjoy looking at the sea from the back. I quickly close my eyes and am awakened by children's laughter everywhere.

No, it's not quiet here. The days are still hot and consistently sunny. No wonder people only go swimming and snorkeling. In between, there is the scent of fresh vegetables and chicken.

I notice that rummaging is happening inside me. The hiking boots. Now they want to test them out - going hiking at 30 degrees. It's hard to understand these bipeds.

Speaking of understanding - since yesterday, the slackline has been set up - they also walk and wobble on it - as I said, it's hard to understand these bipeds. When the campsite attendant comes the next day, the slackline is once again inside me. It seems to be too dangerous. Well, I can't really judge.

So back to swimming, reading, snorkeling, jogging, cooking, and eating. That's all I can see - but it seems to be good.

So I wait and look forward to reaching 40,000km on the next drive.