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Bleiburg - Litija



With the passing of the first of it after all seven border crossings (which was also the last EU and therefore control-free transition of my trip), introduced gradually in the weeks of planning before longed Gefühlsmix to leave, Ungebundensein, freedom, the I love to go on the bike should surrender. Everything was right too: the sun above me did me in anything bad, traffic was limited (and sometimes me my route leading from the main road away in a quiet side), last thoughts of some unfinished business that I had been startled, I could distribute a short call at the office (and after that it should actually lost contact in the give vile work daily lives), and I tweeted a first chance message to the interested world, my bike as a chariot praise (for the Rose was the Wörthersee distributed Nadoos roads, ranging from the mountains to the sea, had place in the Ohrwurmnistecke taken, and would fit in there now so much better).

here east of the Karawanken I had picked out a route without the Alps proper slopes, although there was to climb a bit - especially the two times I had avoided on secondary roads, but that was with a real passport, as it continues west to it would probably have been not to compare. Altitude, it should still enough (and more than enough to give) in the coming weeks.

My resolution said, in the morning earlier than on previous trips, start driving (which I had succeeded, shortly after night I had everything together, could pay the room and load up the wheel) and then rather long lunch breaks so as to insert the worst sun dodge - and also because I spent the first day: one day I was happy in a shadow area surrounded by rolling meadows, pine, and one or two houses that marked the edge of a village. I ate cookies, drank water, tweeted again, for which I was now more fun than taking photos.

then led me the way back to the high street - but here a slightly off-lying, shaded bike path, which I gladly accepted, was only on the few crossings to watch, and after another short hour I was in Celje , the first major settlement, and also the place I had chosen in my planning as a place to stay. Stay

For it was too early, so I placed myself under a parasol at the edge of closed to traffic main street in a cafe and ordered cappuccino and Cola, a combination that would taste great in the coming weeks. Since little was going on, some young girl Boys, a dudelndes Radio from the bar shooting I still did not want, first as two tourists appeared, their lenses focused intrusive in all directions, up and down and to the north and south, as well as I dug out my camera and took photos . I ordered a second Coke.

two hours, I was planning, perhaps today I could still ride. The tourists left their battlefield, I paid, drove off, but more immediately, but a store looking to buy water, which I found between the plate structures; someone wanted to remind myself well because I was not my bike finished when I read the small Supermarket entered, but, as happy as I was, I just laughed friendly and answered very well back out there. Put some cream in a shady corner, then it went on.

Now I was at the Savinja that soon resulted in the Save. Here was more traffic, because that was already the way to Ljubljana. In the next place I found hotels, but soon had my track off the main road onto a side road, which then led to yet one of the mountains that rose on both sides of the meandering river. Should I take? Okay, I thought there might be to stay somewhere quieter than on the main road. Perhaps what was already found in the small town where I branched off (and what does for "room" in Slovenian?). Was not, so it was time to climb. I spent about an hour, I was on top. A few minutes later below.

But one could certainly draw slowly coasts this second stage. Back on the river but I soon realized that was not so simple: the signs on the few places were usually high in the mountains (and promised not a hotel) or to mines around clustered settlements on the river - I wanted to risk anything Next came rather remained parallel to Save and train.

Finally, the canyon opened into a valley. A place on the road, looked only for garden city with no additional infrastructure, but a playground was to see him and mothers with their children. Who spoke English and explained to me exactly that I would have to continue for about seven miles, then I would Litija , to the place I was through and then a kilometer, then an underpass would be under the railway, and there I would find the pizzeria Kovac and since there was room. Grateful waving from the street, and I stuck to the description. All agreed. I found a room, showered, ordered a beer and a large meat-heavy pizza on a quiet terrace next to the railway line. The night I wrong in spite of the great one or the other then rumbling freight train.