71km
The clocks rolled back an hour and we were out the door by 7. The rode was pretty busy along the coast despite being a sunday. Lots of tour buses going from town to town, viewpoint to viewpoint. Chad became really nervous about his out of true wheel and decided to take a leap and reapair it himself. With a little bit of time the wheel became as close to straight as he could get it, while Jowita drew, deflecteing the curious eyes the tourists eyes that peered over her shoulder. Once we got past the tourist zones, the traffic eased and we had a nice ride. Summer had returned and we rode in shorts and short sleeves, and sweated to much relief.
We crossed the border into Montenegro. It seemed mostly the same as Croatia but quickly we began to take note of the amount of trash littering the beaches. It was pretty off-puitting to say the least. It was growing dark and the bay was full of homes and trash until we entered the World Heritage site of the Bay of Kotor where the traffic eased, the homes were more sparse and the perfect little private garden called us int to pitch our tent. The view was great and the sunken patio was a welcome kitchen for us.
Nice view from the climb out of Dubrovnik
Kiwis??? We have never seen how kiwis grow and here were thousands!
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