Day Forty

21/06/25 - Day Forty

I had a lie in this morning and caught up on sleep waking at 8am - my concealed campsite allowing me this luxury. I had an awful nightmare that I had shaved off my beard, so the (not so) cold light of day brought with it a wave of relief too. It was another hot day, so after the morning miles I was delighted to stumble across a beach area in Osijek, on the banks of the Drava. I got straight into the water to cool off then read and sunbathed. I couldn’t help but notice how many stunning Balkan ladies were here. No doubt a result of spending so long alone on a bike, but the Balkan beauties do seem to hit different! Tall, dark haired, and of course the accent. 

I left after lunch to visit the cathedral, followed by lots of sleepy miles in the afternoon. I struggled to find a campsite once more, endlessly passing fields with no obvious hideaways. As always though, if you stick at it long enough, and just as you’re growing exasperated, something will appear for you. I found a place on the edge of a wheat field, hidden by the height of the crop. I must rise early tomorrow for fear of being gobbled up by a mähdrescher!!!

 

Another day, another Lada

 

 

 

 

 

Football graff goes hard out here

 

 

 

 

 

Old town Osijek

 

Serious Skatepark!

 

A man of authority

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Those late evening miles are always gorgeous

 

Nestled in awaiting the harvest

 

 

 

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