voglio vivere così, col sole in fronte finalmente il sole! ormai non ci speravo quasi più.
parto presto senza aver deciso con certezza la destinazione: vorrei arrivare a virovitica, ma non escludo di fermarmi a djurdjevac se il tempo, le gambe, il vento, le salite, la fame, gli alberghi, la voglia.
rientrando in ostello dalla colazione incontro il coreano conosciuto ieri sera che esce per andare al colloquio di lavoro per cui è venuto a zagabria. non sono riuscito a decifrare che tipo di colloquio sia, ma è nervosissimo. ieri sera ha passato an hour to rebuild the trick, he smeared the face of a pharmacy has been in bed with a kind of beauty mask. This morning he woke up at five and a half to go out at eight, because he had to repeat the operation. when the bathroom was occupied (by me) was sitting on the floor in the hallway, surrounded by a lot of bottles, and in front of a mirror smeared his face with care. when I met him dressed and polished one was chiederrmi how he was. of course I told him that was a marvel, though it was ridiculous and had a stain on the lapel of his black jacket (just a Korean or English can go to a job interview in a white shirt and black suit). We took a lot to me know that the tie he wore was Italian. I refrained from telling him that his tie was invented in Croatia.
about the meetings in the hostel in Zagreb, on the three English girls (who later turned out to be Canadian, Quebec City) do not say anything, tickled the imagination of the reader.
exit from Zagreb as bad as the entry, plus a paved road badly, in fact cement slab, hateful, with joints every twenty feet (I'm going to count the revolutions of the pedal and to calculate the evolution of relationship, to know). I except for a few miles riding on something between an emergency lane and a drain, which is always concrete, but has the advantage of being more regular, and more to keep me away from trucks. the pain lasts for about twenty miles, up to Dugo Selo. then magically all get better: smooth road, wide streets and little traffic. Unfortunately, I have a weak but steady headwind, which wearies me much more than I had reckoned. Bjelovar
to find the first signs of war: bombed a site outside the city, whose ruins, together with the charred stumps of trees around him, have been converted into a monument. the sign reads "spomen produčje barutana, Bjelovar 1991." I have to look up the meaning.
feared that the high peaks, including Bjelovar and Đurđevac, are nothing more than soft hills planted with wheat and corn. Before addressing Find a restaurant, but I find one, where they are rehearsing dell'orchestrina for a dinner of ceremony, but I say they can not even make me a sandwich because they have the power, and can not slice the ham. I smile as if I did not think badly of them, and go on.
go into a bar. Slovenia and Croatia, the bar serves coffee and beer. After a few cocktails. but ask him a toast, croissants, sandwiches, potato chips, and look at you amazed with the air of one who thinks that only an idiot would ask for a sandwich in a bar. goes on.
decided that if I find something to eat, I stop to Đurđevac. right just before the country, I see a restaurant. I try, without much conviction, and yet despite and the desert is open! I order a shnijtzel, if only because it is the only thing I know the meaning rule (which usually do not follow, I order things because I like the name, so I eat everything) and I'll get a roulade of veal and pork literally drowned in a sauce of mushrooms. good and heavy, just what it takes me. refreshed, I decide to go because now they are in the valley of the Drava river, the wind would be behind us and instead cease altogether, better than nothing.
Virovitica (pronounced virovitiza) is anything with a name from the city. I entered a written sobe, which means the rooms. three stars. I get close, it seems the entry of a garage, and closed with a strong odor urine, and a sign with a number to call. I try another, but can not find anything. I do not want to go back 15 km to the hotel **** mozart. name. I say the only word I know: sobe. in two minutes a guy comes to me that opens, do not speak Croatian, but I want more than just a room. looks clean and tidy, the room is small but it should be fine. for 200 kn (24 €) is a luxury. pay, there is also the self-service breakfast with Nescafé for tomorrow. the guy makes me compliments on how to speak Croatian. it takes no time to be in a good mood.
Zagreb-Virovitica
148.22 km
6h 49 '21.70 km / h average
600 m altitude
142 bpm average
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