Wiki Wacky Woo - dos por uno

in Ljubljana. Arrived yesterday, having ridden only umbes 150km. Saw on the Inter Web that there will be buckets of that wet stuff coming down today all over the alps and here, too (so true, now looking out of a taverna window in a shopping mall). Thus, decided to stay in Ljubljana for two nights.
Yesterday found a bar decorated with skeletons that had a 2-4-the-price-of-1 -offer on all cocktails for all night. They had no dancefloor but the crab-dance needs only that much space. The dance might be refining since this was the 1st time there were two people filming us. All rights reserved. Do not copy or re-distribute. Tumble dry in low heat.
Anyhow, the Wiki Wacky Woo is a cocktail in that Pr'Skelet (or something in that general direction) that has 8-10 different kinds of booze poured with free hand. With a generous free hand. By an extremely efficient barmaid.
If you are one of us (the men from the Booze Hill) you know how valuable that is.
And in that bar you can sleep on the bench if the Wiki Wacky Woos are stronger than you. We have 1st hand information on that.
Today, have been doing rainy day activities like bowling and karting. Along with postponing any looming hangover.

So far, postponing has succeeded way ahead of the schedule.
Kids, dont try this at home. We have the Official Consulate Stamp.

We're not Kims (bow you must to his name) down here. Not even Gods. So our turbines are in a constanst threat from the direction of the pelicans.
The president already has at least some sparrows in his by now...

Honorary Vice Consul of Finland in Split

Forgot to mention, the President (not to be confused w Mr.President) is now also a vice consul of Finland in Croatia. And we have the papers to prove it. With the most official stamp. The prelude to this is that Hese lost the registration papers of his bike, and got the Finnish consul (actually his wife) to stamp a faxed copy of the papers.
The good thing is that now that he has the signed paper, most of it is blank. Tomorrow we probably have a stamped, official paper saying that the President has a legal maximum speed of 276km/h & a permit to smoke any hallucinogenic substances.
This is the hotel in Opatija, by the way.

earning travel money on the way to Split

Succesfull Friday evening activities in Split yesterday. Started gathering respect already on the bus on way to town. Rami took a guitar from an elderly sailor and we entertained the locals by singing Hallmanin Pena & Suljettu Sydän. Earned us 2,5kn. They love us here, and we love them back. See the performance.
In Split scouted a good open-air disco/bar and, as you might've guessed, did the crab dance again. This time with a hint of Greek flavour. The show was a brave one, since we were the 1st ones on the show-off dance floor. Can tell Split is a good place since some people were actually cheering and joined us.
The hot night came into good use drying the clothes when got back to the apartment, since some of the night's dancing for some now very unclear reason, took place in the swimming pool of the disco.
The ride north today, to Opatia, was agony as usual. At start, an unfriendly stone building attacked the Hayabusa's right front blinker. The temperature still 35C, and the unbelievable piece of crap metal they have labeled Benelli, is unable to do more than 110km/h on a motorway without spilling the coolants. And the hangover didnt help, either.
A high-speed encounter with the local wildlife resulted in a hornet finding it's way into my leather pants. It started stinging me some 10km before arriving to Opatia, and was still hanging in my leg by its poisonous arse once i got to the hotel.
Wonder if the very understanding and lovely girlfriend back home would've believed if the bugger had stung somewhere higher up and i'd come home with a sort of throbbing red sea-cucumber in between my legs.

Split

Now in Split. Staying some 20 km north the coast from here.
Added some pics to previous posts, when got my hands on a real computer. (This far blogging done by mobile email).
Split is scorching hot, but looks like a place where one could do some Friday evening activities.
More later.

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Learnings in a gas station at 5am.

The bars closed at Senj frustratingly early. But a fine policeman was friendly enough to inform us of an all-night gas station/bar. We didn't quite manage to find that one but instead found some other gas station. They had no bar but did sell beer so we naturally made a camping ground of the station yard. Were joined by 3 bicyclists coming from Zagreb (big respect to them for cycling in this heat!) and a Slovenian guy with two wolves. Fortunately they were fed and peaceful, and showed no particular interest in eating us (they were not on a leash. The wolves, that is).
We learned that the hot strong wind is called "bura". As well as several interesting insults in Croatian. No, dont remember any.
They learned to ask a person to go and perform oral stimulation on male genitalia (fin: ime munnaa).
Probably did the crab dance again. To the sweet tunes of Mr.President: Coco Jambo.
Yesterday was also otherwise succesfull, managed to get beachläpätins (fin: rantaläpättimet), a fallen bolt to the bike case rack and flush&refill the cooling system of the Benelli. And in the bar, the seagulls were so impressive that the last round of double vodkas with a twist of orange juice was offered by the barmaid herself.
The coast road is just awesome. Turqoise sea on the other side, mountains on the other and consists of millions of twists. Just wish that can next time ride it without hangover. Wonder how that could be done.
There seems to be some meteorite fallen to earth. We suspect it was Kim il Sung practicing with large boulders. Using only the left hand.
Not that he needs to practice.
Did u know that it was him who thaught Chuck Norris & Jack Bauer all that they know?

How To Make Drinking More Than Others Financially Beneficial

The usual way of eating and drinking among us is that we split the bill 5 ways, or deposit the same amount of cash into the mutual drinking trust (the best trust there is).
That's how drinking a lot is a sound financial decision.
(You just dont get monetary tips of this quality from your bank. You can thank me later.)
The wind in Senj, Croatia, is still fierce, but it makes the 33C temperature tolerable.
Coming to this coastal village the mountain road had some magnificent scenery, as well as a few surprises; one radar that occurred during the 1% of the time we were withing speed limits, and some mud on a hairpin which made Ramiro do some 2-wheel skidding.
Which is nice.
On a totally unrelated note, the very same man now wants to find a laundry place to clean his underwear.
This is a nice little town, but what saddens me is that some bars think that we cant tell watered-down vodka from the real thing. I thought it would be easy to see from our general appearance that we are quite the experts on the subject of vodka by now.

Siofok by night

has let us down. We just couldn't get that reilu ryyping meininki which means unpretentious drinking of reasonably priced booze. Siofok had beer prices more than double that of Rostock (town which i haven't praised enough) and even the beach wasnt free of charge. Add to that the scores of german tourists (and Austrian tuning-bmw-team) and we decided not to give Siofok another one of our precious drinking days.
Thus, now Senj, Croatia. The weather here is funny. Coming to the country, the temperature was above 35C, and wind was blowing at 20-25m/s. Like someone from above was punishing us with a giant hair dryer. I'm thinking Kim il-Sung, the Great Leader.
Senj looks like the place for us, now the thunderstorm with spetacular lightnings is passing, and i just got Pizza Frutti di Mare in front of me.