Missed Period Loestrin 20

Salzburg - Croatia: 28 August to 6 September

full moon
After the huge stress of the past few days it finally arrived: we start! The last
Handles, the last things randomly in the bus store to make 8 (acht!) tax relief (which travel must indeed pay someone), in hard Lauer still buy camera equipment, gasoline cans of professional cross-country rider-Walter (40 times!) Pick, Car Motorcycle and lay still and clean house (thanks Mom-law!)'s clock is at 17:00 with almost 2-week delay (Visa) in the direction of Asia.

on federal roads to Lofer, Innsbruck, the Brenner to Bolzano, where we spend approximately 3:00 clock early for a visit to Pizzeria happy the first night in our new home.

Also on board: Eva - my dear wife, Reinhold "cleaning" Strasser - long-time companion in the Blue Goose and Baracko (Baccaro) and his girlfriend Julia Pichler - known from Baccaro and Fürberg's.

Our initial objective - Surfing on the lake - is in the truest sense of the word into the water and we begin to wind, cold and pouring rain to Grado. Pack our Monika (table), including the four corresponding chairs (thanks to the sponsors Claudia and Reinhold!), Cooking at its finest and dine impudently Cava, beer, red wine, calvados, whiskey and coffee on a small grass verge at the roadside near the center . What the heck, we have a German flag ...

The bad weather catches up with us again, storm, thunderstorm and heavy hail drive us further south. Shortly before the border with Slovenia, we still have to undergo a lengthy inspection of Carabinieris about us - our visas to be studied in detail. can

But now we no longer stop: across the border to Slovenia, which makes driving fun and got the bus with its 4.5 tons of nice and slow in the handle, it's nonstop to Croatia to a beautiful campsite on the island of Murter (Thanks Michi and Roli - Super Platzl) Spend four relaxing days in 100-year-old olive trees on the turquoise blue sea with many almost deserted Stränden. That´s life!

Abermals ziehen schwere Gewitterwolken auf und vertreiben uns aus unserem Paradies. Also gönnen wir uns ein wenig Kultur und besichtigen Dubrovnik – eine wirklich wunderschöne Stadt.

Wir gehen nochmals unsere Route durch und entschließen uns spontan Albanien heimzusuchen (weniger Kilometer, günstigere Dieselpreise).
Auf dem Weg zur Grenze lässt uns unser ADAC Plan im Stich, und schon ist es vorbei mit den vermeintlich eingesparten Kilometern. Hungrig fahren wir stundenlang durch einsame Bergstraßen bis wir kurz vor Mitternacht in dem grenznahen Bergdörfchen Vladimir mehrere „Boazn“ entdecken. Wir bestellen die gesamte Karte (5 verschiedene Gerichte, whose names are entirely unknown), are caring, cared for the way home and get bogged down in yet another pub with live music and wedding.
An exhausting and eventful day comes to an end - luckily we do not know what to expect tomorrow ....