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Bikers: beware! Slovenia is paradise for us.
Geographically speaking, Slovenia is an endless chain of rolling hills and mountains, covered with crisscrossing roads that are perfectly banked, just the right number of twistees per linear km and they’re tight enough to keep a smile on your face the whole time.
As we get to a pass I’m focused on the very tight left turn ahead but somehow, almost unconsciously, I sense an inviting presence to my right and manage to pull into a parking lot. I find myself in the midst of a bunch of bikers and as I take the time to look around I see that I am standing in front of the Bikers’ Coffee & Snacks.
I guess that means no cars. In fact the only one that is intrepid enough to stop by, stays as far as possible from us and certainly never has the balls to come to the stand and order anything.
Most the bikers here are Austrian, on their way to Croatia for a long week-end along the Adriatic Sea. One particularly friendly woman asks me all kinds of questions about my Klim pants, our bikes, our “Swiss-ness”, our “Seattle-ness”, our itinerary (that’s a quick answer, we don’t have any) and shares valuable information about Ljubljana, not forgetting to mention that her latest research as of this morning showed lots of rooms available. That actually comes as good news since we’ve been warned about week-ends’ crowds and the impossibility to find accommodations anywhere in the country.
One of the highlights of our awesome riding was when the road – without the polite warning we have come to expect in the US – turned to dirt, gravel and elevation changes. I had to pinch myself: I am riding dirt in the Slovenian mountains I am riding dirt in the Slovenian mountains I can’t believe it … I’m riding dirt in the Slovenian mountains! We even made a connection in those Slovenian mountains: Darjo and his GoldWing — he spoke no English but seemed very happy to meet us, after a slight initial surprise that we actually stopped, got off our bikes and started a conversation.
What I love most about the moto-specific maps we bought at Thalia’s (a bookstore chain in Vienna) is that the roads are so curvy that some of the lines end up looking like a blob: the sign of a very promising ride for sure. Of course, on the impractical side, that also means you can’t read the names of any town. In fact those are maps you MUST own if you go ride in Europe. Check it out on http://www.motourmedia.de/index.php. Beware again: it is in German!
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