We are now in Mostar and finally the realisation we are getting somewhere hit's us. It's been solid adventure and delays for the last few days. We left Rijeka having been warned the roads south may still be shut- we went anyway. Sure enough 50 odd kliks later the road is barracaded and the "BURA" (a vicous unpredictable wind" warning signs are up, as eveyone else was ignoring them so did we. We got as far as Senj before i rounded a left hand curve and the bike vitually stopped dead as the BURA hit. I was just lucky it hit head on. I pulled the bike into a pension carpark, parked up and turned around to find Kirst 100 mtrs away pinned to the armco by the wind. As she rounded the bend, the wind took her and the bike and though not able to stop the drift she was able to choose were she docked and safely parked the bike. I walked back to her and found a nice policeman fighting to stay on his feet, wondering how he was going to rescue her. I arrived- he buggered off sharpish- and we maneouvered Kirst and the bike to the safety of the car park. After 3 days delay in Rijeka i was eager to press on, but no. We stopped the night.
Next morning was glorious and we carried on to Sibernik and the Moto Pub. The pubs owner Miro was a diamond, finding us digs nearby and after a good drink Saturday night, escorting us around the area on his Africa Twin on the Sunday.
Monday we carried on south along the spectacular coastline. Superlatives just keep on coming as around everycorner is a picture postcard scene of quaint villages (for now), rugged mountains and a sea the colours and clarity i've never seen before.
The weather has been fantastic and although it's been great i don't think i'd be too keen on the trip in high summer.
On reaching the border we were shafted for Bosnian Insurance- English Insurance not acceptable mister- 22 quid each for a week, and on - in the pitch black by this time - to Mostar.