It is not going to be pretty. Ailsa has challenged us to find MISTY this week and you must get on your bike and come to Slovenia. There will be misty all right…and more. Oh and don’t forget your rain gear!
Several days into our Slovenian cycling tour we slept as though in coma in the tiny village of Jeruzalem. Eight hours of cycling will do that for a person.
The church bells sat silent all night long. Apparently in the steeple outside our hotel room window they were resting up for their 7am gig at which point they let loose all of their pent up energy from the quiet hours. I stopped counting at 20 gongs when I got up and looked out the window. Definitely misty …with a high chance of downpour.
Our guides suggested that since today would be a mere 45km ride through relatively flat countryside we would hang tough and not set out too early in hopes the rain would subside. By 9:30 the skies had lightened and off we set.
With instructions from our guides on how to ride in the rain and on wet roads (so as not to slip under the wheels of a passing truck) we were on our way. The wet mud sprayed up the backsides of the Gortex ducks in their multi colored garb. Some 30 minutes in it was time for a coffee stop. Well what a reasonable morning.
Following coffee break, truth be told I had gelato…..seize the moment I say, we began our ride heading ever closer to the looming dark clouds. It began with a few drops of rain and quickly turned into a downpour. iPhone, although wrapped safely in a ziplock bag in my pocket, threw a hissy fit at the unreasonable working conditions.
One begins by trying to avoid puddles in an attempt to stay dry but as the water accumulates and the passing cars add their showers of good wishes…it is nose down and plow through puddles, pot holes, small streams….you get my drift.
I found it was at the point when my cycling shoes began to feel more like flippers, feet squishing about inside that I got the giggles. The image of us cycling with snorkeling gear seemed fairly appropriate. Yes a nice big mask, a snorkel and a pair of flippers powering the bike along. Imagine the honks one might get.
Regrouping the Gortex ducks.
The soggy pair arrived at the destination. Still smiling and the whole group safely arrived. Our guide said we rode very professionally. I think that meant that no one laid down in the water filled ditch and threw a tantrum.
Hotel Mitra where the staff and managers were amazingly welcoming as we literally poured ourselves into their beautiful hotel. The lobby looked as though buckets of water had been thrown around on their marble floors and rugs once the Gortex ducks had checked in.
Have you ever been caught in ‘bad’ weather?