Marušići

In Marušici we stay in a hostel. For free. The night in a 4-bed room actually costs 25€, but the owner from Texas lets us stay here for free. In return, we are not supposed to create any additional work. That means: at the end of our stay, we sweep the room once and make our own beds. A good deal.

We spend 5 nights here with Daniel from England and Catherine from Australia.

We cook together, play cards, take walks to the beach, and M. gives Daniel a professional haircut.

Daniel is cycling from England to New Zealand and Catherine has started her journey in Prague and wants to work as an engineer and live on a houseboat in the United Kingdom.

Both are traveling by bike. While we tend to gain weight during the trip, they are much fitter. 1 hour of riding for us on the motorcycle is equivalent to about a day's journey for cyclists.

The first attempt to leave Marušici ends with a little scare.

We drive along the E65 in slightly stormy weather. I can already feel that it's getting windier and I drive quite slowly. On our left are two mountains and a gap between them. The already strong wind is compressed here and pushes us against the guardrail on the right. The aluminum case on the left protects both of us well but we are stuck. The wind is so strong that we hesitate to even get off the motorcycle because we fear being pushed to the right by the wind over the guardrail and down the cliff into the sea.

We try to lift the motorcycle, but no chance. It's as if it's welded to the guardrail. After a few minutes, a vehicle with orange warning lights on the roof stops next to us. The man in the vehicle doesn't speak a word of English or German. He calls his wife, who translates. I take off my helmet to be less susceptible to the wind and place it on the ground. It gets caught in a gust of wind and I run uphill to catch it.

In the wind shadow of the car, we finally manage to push the motorcycle out of the danger zone. We agree that we will load the luggage from the motorcycle into the car and I will ride the motorcycle back to Marušici alone.

At first, I thought I had come across the local ADAC (German automobile club) and that I would probably receive a nice bill. But then I notice the road signs in the car. Our savior is a road worker on his way home. We don't have to pay anything.

A neighbor later tells us that there are regular serious accidents at this spot. If you drive the curve before it with increased speed, you practically have no chance of avoiding an accident.

The departure the next day goes smoothly. Nevertheless, the fright sits so deeply that K. prefers to walk through the dangerous section.

https://youtu.be/zFXjj3_IWYg

By the way, the hostel's cat just had 5 little kittens. :)