We left Vid right at 9 AM and rode through busy Metkovic into the countryside, dotted with agricultural villages that caused me to consider that I'd entered a time warp taking us back 200 years. It was a marvelous, peaceful road with a big steep climb that eventually led to the border crossing into Bosnia - a feature of this tour is a "bonus country"!
Peter zeroed in on this carrot patch - carrot envy!
The 5K through Bosnia was uneventful (my understanding is that this piece of Bosnia is there to allow port access to the Adriatic for this otherwise land-locked country). We crossed back into Croatia waved on by a smiling guard. Neither Peter nor I had to show a passport - although a few others in our group were asked for theirs at the first crossing into Bosnia.
The descent into Mali Ston was fast and dramatic, with huge vistas of the oyster beds that make this area famous. We arrived tired, safe and unscathed. It was such fun to sit with our tour friends and have a beer to mark the end of the biking. As the last rider was safely in and we headed to the hotel, it started to rain - hard! How lucky can you get?
Peter and I cleaned up and walked on our own into Ston, 2K away. It is famous for its salt beds and has been a center of salt production for hundreds of years. We enjoyed a late lunch of risotto (veal for Peter, mussel for me) and were able to return to Mali Ston relatively dry. Most of our group opted to go to Ston at 6 PM for a look at the salt works and some input from a local guide.
We all met at 7 PM at the Villa Koruna restaurant in Mali Ston and had an amazing seafood-fest final dinner together. We had everything imaginable - oysters, seafood soup, shellfish sampler, and a lovely piece of whitefish as the main event. Our host gave us lots of info on the local seafoods ably translated by our guide Silvija.
And what a good day to be done biking as Thursday dawned! The wind was howling and rain came cascading down in sheets. After breakfast we bid our guides Sylvija, Cristina and Ante a last farewell (such sadness!) and boarded a motor coach shuttle to the walled city of Dubrovnik, arriving just after 10 AM to pouring rain and HUGE crowds of tourists with lethal umbrellas at eye level.
But once again, we were very lucky kids - we found our way to Villa Flores and our apartment for the next 3 days. Our host was there already and we were able to get into our rooms early - and what rooms! We are on the 4th floor (more climbing!) and have a wonderful suite with a kitchen and living room. It is also spotless and quiet! Big wow, thank you again Trip Advisor...
We bought groceries, had a light lunch, napped and then ventured out again around 3 PM as the rain had stopped and skies were clearing. It was a great time to walk the fortress wall of the Old City, and what amazing views! It was a super way to get oriented in Dubrovnik from an aerial perspective.
Our apartment is the white shutters that are dead center in this photo.
I want to get this view made into a jigsaw puzzle.
By the wonders of modern communication (texts) we were able to meet bike friends Carolyn, Lee and John at a sweet pizza place, Mea Culpa, for a really entertaining dinner "hosted" by waiter Sasha from Bosnia. Great pick Carolyn!
The efforts of the previous 10 days are catching up with us - it was easy to go to bed early and rest up for 2 days of sightseeing in Dubrovnik Friday and Saturday. We will miss our touring group very much - there are a great bunch of people and we hope to see them again before too long!