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.

Siofok, lake Balaton, Hungary, July 23rd, 7.30pm

Did good distance today; from Prague, via Bratislava to Siofok, Hungary, including a 10km lane-splitting extravaganza caused by roadworks and a million trucks on Prague exit roads. Something absolutely not to be tried when hung over. Fortunately we weren't. It is not a nice feeling being scared shitless by irrational fear that everyone on the road is trying to kill you on the road. But it's even worse when the fear is well founded.
Crossing the border to Slovakia, it was sad to see they're saving electricity there. The giant fans that were spinning so wildly in the German countryside, were totally shut off.
It got incresingly warm coming south (the fans would help), and besides the riders, also Rami's bike got thirsty. Needed frequent watering. Apparently the Italian Benelli engineers hadn't planned the bike to be ridden at summery temperatures.
Will stay here for two nights. Maybe even go swimming tomorrow.
We dont worry of any diseases.
Surely the lake is enough to absorb them off us.

Vmax: Rostock-Prague

Forgot. 258km/h according to gps. (The bike itself was claiming something in the order of 270).
Do not try this at home.
(Or if u do, please do post pics of you doing more than that at your home.)

Suddenly Prague

Prague, CZ, local restaurant @ 22.30.
The course towards Poland was diverted for dryness reasons. Still had to ride 150km in rain.
Arrived to Prague, to a hugantic student dormitory/hostel a while ago. The rooms are easily accessible by just 35 minutes of walking after the elevator. And I kid you not.
On the way here (600km or so) Rami ran out if gas. I might be partly to blame since he was doing 255km/h (according to his Benelli-velocimetro; and we all know how trustworty those are) when i overtook him in a rush of autobahn-boredom. Which meant that we passed the gas station with speed in excess of 200km/h.
Which is nice.
Probably a calmer night tonight in Prague, since some dried seagulls are still not over last night.
Speaking of which, yesterday (this morning) the president started his sleep on the doorstep of the hostel, since no doorbell was answered and he had left his phone at the kämps (fin:kämpille). The authority seems to be in the eye of the beholder.
Still,we didn't get angry on behalf of him and hit anyone in the käkätin (fin:käkätin).
The human body works in mysterious ways; even in extreme state of dehydration, it still may refuse to keep water (&small pieces of schnitzel) inside.
In one small town we passed thru (in cz), some teenaged girls waved to us. It's the little things that keeps us going.
Talking about the pills, of couse.