Ljubljana - the goal has been reached
14.2.2004 | Ljubljana, Slovenia
Maribor – Ljubljana: 99 days, 23.752 kilometres, 1.819 litres of fuel, Slovenia plus 13 other countries, three ferries, three continents, new friends, sun, warm sea, sand, working donkeys, Elissa and Omar Diab, traffic chaos in Damascus and Cairo, kebab on İstanbul street, desert sunrise, half day sandstorm, waiting on Libyan border, incredible archaeological sites, waking up under palm tree branches… the list could keep on until September 28th.
Ski centre Kanin – it's so cold!!!
13.2.2004 | Bovec, Slovenia
Still in the middle of the night Peter and I left South-western part of our small country and headed for the ski-resort Kanin in western Slovenian Alps. We were disappointed by Slovenian police-officers we were seeing on our way – there was absolutely no response on our honking, waving and greeting. They didn't even shout behind us "Welcome to Slovenia!" Sad, very sad. We're home again. The only bright exemption was border police-officer Igor that awaited us on entering Slovenia, bought us a coffee and welcomed us back home after so much time out of Slovenia.
Pit-stop
12.2.2004 | The Karst region, Slovenia
Can you imagine a shock one can face when he embarks on a ferry in short sleeves, but after less than ten kilometres after disembarking he overtakes a salt-strewing truck. It's exactly what happened to us.
Risky life
10.2.2004 | La Valetta, Malta
"Peter, have we lately seriously risked our lives? But I mean it, have we? Apart of risking it when we were nearly slaughtered by terrorists on January 13th? Or when we were nearly cut into pieces by crows, gathering around the sand-stuck car? Or on January 9th when we nearly killed ourselves riding invisible motorbikes?" "Of course we have," he replied. "Yesterday when we nearly missed the ferry." But he wasn't afraid that we would be condemned to something long and unpleasant in Tunisia because we missed the ferry. He was having in mind our "displacement" in the highest gear under the highest revolutions around Tunis lagoon as we finally realized, some 15 minutes after embarkation deadline, that we were on completely wrong side of the port, some 30 kilometres away from the ferry terminal. It was exciting but Peter was holding on very well, he new dying in Tunisia wasn't one of my life-plans. Have you noticed how many times the word "nearly" had been nearly used in this paragraph? Up to now, no one has become pregnant due to "nearly".
Alone, but with you
9.2.2004 | Tunisia
In the travel description prior to departure I wrote that I would do the entire journey on my own. My friend Peter Bastjančič was making me company while crossing a part of Egypt, Libya and Tunisia and I have to admit that his company was great; we were having fun and made our long desert stretches shorter with jokes.