I’m almost back in track. After a week not hiking, just hitch-hiking, I looked forward to going up into the mountains again. “But it will rain on Monday.” “I don’t care, rain is not my worst enemy. I’m from The Netherlands.” That the rain was part of the Bura, they didn’t mention. Bura is an extremely strong wind that’s typical for the coastal area. And Velebit. Damn it!
Dark clouds cover the peaks, exactly the same strange topping shape like I saw at Crnopac. A thick white cream that sticks to the mountains and scary grey and black parts which the wind blows away like smoke from a chimney. Down at the sea it’s just windy, a crazy aggressive wind though, but up in the mountains – I don’t know.
Ahhh, I don’t want to wait any longer. Also, it’s already September and I still have a few more weeks of hiking to do. Days are getting shorter and Slovenia will be getting colder soon. Oehhh, I want to go, I want to go, I really, really want to go. NOW!
Automatically I start thinking of alternatives. Skip Velebit for now and come back later. Or hitch to the end of the Velebit trail and hike back in the opposite direction. Hmmm, I don’t know. I’m done with all the busses and logistics. I just want to hike, I want to leave the coast. I want to GO!
Ohh, I’m such a little spoiled girl who wants her second ice cream. Now!
Well, well. I give it one more day.
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