I have never rode a step flatter than this. the highest and longest climb was a bridge over the railway. I started with the altimeter to 110, marks the arrival 113. probably a bit 'dropped the pressure ... delivery later than expected because I want to have breakfast. Yesterday evening I saw a coffee with a semblance of a pastry counter, and let me fool you. palacinke ask, but do not do (even if there is a parchment on display from our sample). I take a tiramisu, but I leave half the mascarpone knows why ricotta, and I fear for my gut. I have not yet figured out how to do it here, to order a black coffee. not an espresso, American coffee as they do in the world, black. without milk. mljeko kava say it, and bring me a coffee stained warm. I had sent back to Zagreb this morning I do not want and drink it, because it is genuinely good.
after only seven kilometers (thankfully, the air was still cool), here it is: the first hole of the trip. I go back two hundred meters to take advantage of a convenient bus shelter with benches and shade, and dismounted. I find the hole, I can not find the cause. the lesson learned today is that it is better to keep the box of tissues detergents in one of the pockets of the bags, or after repairing the holes must ravanare hands dirty clothes washed in the middle of the night before, and it is beautiful.
the wind is against me for the entire stage. when it is not, is absent. in any case did not help me for a meter.
being Sunday, I do not rely on restaurants to open there is a lidl Virovitica, and I decide to buy enough food for lunch, afternoon snack and dinner. it's hot, very hot. I make out the two bottles, the bottle of apple juice bought at Lidl, a Coke and a huge ice cream found on the road to Donji miholiac, very good. known in these parts as they are all much more polite than by parts of Zagreb: people greet me on the street (probably talking about me for weeks, only to have seen me go), motorists do not make me the hair shops appreciate my efforts to speak Croatian (to, ne, dobrdàn, Hvala , dovidjenja) and I are meeting with gestures, or inglesco.
I decided to change course, to pass near the Drava. I was hoping to see her, instead you just guessing, funny how the great rivers have their own smell. I sense that that line of trees that runs through my left and Hungary. Valpovo step, it seems insignificant, like all villages in the area, but has a beautiful castle in the middle, but interesting Malten: surrounded by a moat, then walls, and the walls were used as a basis for a castle and a church. all have something grotesque and fascinating. in front of the castle-like part is a garden, all in all decent apart from the mosquitoes. it's hot, very hot. much water goes Coppino paid on or about the gloves, I found that it is a great way to freshen up wasting very little: take the gloves wet with a few drops of water. it is so hot that when I arrive I realize that the cheese was melted by lunch it is literally ...
last night on television gave perfume: Very bad movie from a bad book. the smell of the day is that of the carcasses of cats along the way.
Virovitica-Osijek
124.58 km
5h 44'
21,67 km/h medi
223 m dislivello
140 bpm medi (il caldo e il vento contro...)
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