65km

After changing our minds a hundred times we decided to get back to our original route and headed for the mountains. We rode up the Drava River and into the foothills. We attempted to find a place to pitch our tent only to be busted by a professional cross country skier training on his skis with wheels. He beckoned us to follow him up the steepest hill of the day to his village. He then told us of a place from his youth where we would find a safe place to camp but encouraged us to sleep at Mak’s inn. He rode up a mountain in order to find his camping spot, to no avail. We went back to Mak’s ad old man Mak took our money. 80 euro for the night….ouch we though it was going to be more like 40, double ouch