Kar pridno sva kljub vročini vnovični požirala klance in kmalu sva bila v Trogirju. Malo pred mestom sva pri prijaznem gospodu zamenjala slano vodo, ki nama jo je prejšnji dan natočila prodajalka v trgovini. Preden jo je natočila, naju je sicer opozorila, da imajo pri njih malce slano vodo.
Kosilo sva skuhala v Trogirju na parkirišču nekega luksuznega hotela. To mesto je bilo glede na ostale okoliščine še najbolj primerno. Malce naju je bilo sicer strah, da naju ne bodo zalovili, vendar naju uslužbenke hotela, ki so po končanem »šihtu« hodile mimo niso motile. Ena se je celo nasmehnila in nama zaželela dober tek.
Po kosilu sva vozila naprej proti Splitu, kjer sva si našla prenočišče pri enemu izmed članov Hospitality cluba. Pot od Trogirja ni bila ničkaj idealna, saj je bilo prometa ogromno, vozniki pa izredno nesramni in nestrpni, vročina pa ni in ni pojenjala.
Ustavila sva se, se pomirila in med pavzo sva srečala nekaj prijateljev.
Nadaljevala sva pot, vendar je bil promet še vedno precej neznosen. Vse to se je stopnjevalo, ko sva se približevala Solinu, ki je nekakšno predmestje Splita. Najhujša izkušnja na celotni poti do sedaj naju je doletela, ko sva se vozila po glavni cesti proti Solinu in se je celo razširila v dvopasovno obvoznico in kasneje v tropasovno. To pomeni, da so avti švigali mimo naju zelo hitro, midva pa se nisva imela kam umakniti. Skratka za kolesarje izredno neprimeren del ceste. Nikjer naokoli ni bilo znaka, ki bi kolesarjem prepovedoval vstop, pa tudi alternativne poti za kolesarje nisva poznala, oziroma je nisva niti videla, saj je bila cesta ograjena z ograjo. Tudi policija se je večkrat peljala mimo in naju ni nič opozorila.
Kar naenkrat sva se znašla na tropasovnici na sredinskem pasu, okoli naju pa nevarno švigajoči avtomobili. Nikogar ni bilo, ki bi imel prijazne besede in nama pomagal. Raje so se drli iz avtomobilov in stresali vulgarne žaljivke. Seveda, dokler te ščiti jeklo avtomobila, ima vsak jajca.
Vendarle nama je nekako uspelo priti do čudovitega starega jedra Splita, ki sva si ga seveda ogledala. Starinske ozke ulice so res zanimive, vendar si zaradi utrujenosti nisva mogla privoščiti natančnega ogleda. Spodnje fotografije starega mestnega jedra sem si izposodil na www.panoramio.com.
Ta dan sva opravila 76 kilometrov. Šla sva samo skozi nekaj ulic in bilo nama je dovolj.
Tudi tema se je delala, tako da nisva uspela narediti nekih posebnih fotografij, zato sva prilepila to kar sva našla na internetu.
V slavnem "đardinu", kjer se ponavadi, ob mraku zbirajo prostitutke, sva sedela in počivala, dokler naju ni prišel iskat najin gostitelj Dejan. Prikazal se je po službi, ob 21h. Najin bioritem je sicer veleval, da sva ob 20h že spala, ampak ni bilo kaj, kot čakati na najinega rešitelja. Odpeljal naju je do svojega stanovanja in tam sva spoznala tudi Ireno iz Hospitality Cluba.
Dejan in Irena sta prav prijetna družba in če z azro nebi bila utrujena čakalo pa naju je tudi vstajanje ob sedmih zjutraj - bi se zagotovo zaklepetali pozno v noč ob petju in igranju kitare.
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4.10.2007, DAY 10 - Towards Split
When we packed and started to pedal again, we felt the pain in our legs. And our behinds were starting to hurt too. Right after the start we met an French girl Sara that was marking the cycled path with some sort of white dust for her two American friends who were one hour behing her. We met her marks on the pavement many times after that.
Despite the heat we were doing well on those up-hills and soon we were in Trogir.
Before arriving to the city we replaced the salty water that a shop assistant gave us at a nice gentleman's house. The lady in the shop warned us that the water was a bit salty.
We made lunch in Trogir in some parking lot owned by a luxury hotel. Considering the circumstances this place was the most proper. We were a bit afraid that we will be kicked out but the hotel employees that just finished their shifts were very nice.
After lunch we went on to Split where we had accommodation at one of the Hospitality Club members.
The road to Trogir was not so good, because the traffic was terrible, the drivers unkind and inpatient as usual and the heat just wouldn't go away. All that was increasing when we were entering Solin, the sub burns of Split. The worst experience on the entire trip happened while driving on the main road towards Solin that spread into a two-way lane and later on into a three-way lane. That meant the cars were rushing by us quickly and we had nowhere to move. A very unpleasant ride for cyclists. There were no signs that would forbid the entrance for cyclists and we did not know any alternative road there, in fact we did not even see one because the road was surrounded with a high fence. Even the police drove pass us and did not say anything.
Suddenly we were on a three-way lane in the middle and the cars were rushing pass us, which was dangerous. There was no one that could help us. The drivers preferred insults and bad words. Of course everyone has guts when protected by the steel of the car.
Somehow we managed to come to the city center and took a look around. The antique narrow streets were very interesting but we were to tiered to take a better look around.We made 67 kilometers that day. We just went trough a few streets and that was enough for us. It was getting dark so we did not take lots of photos.
In the famous park by the locals also called "đardin", where prostitutes gather after dark, we sat and took some rest until our host Dejan came to pick us up. He came at 21.00 after his work.Our rhythm was saying that bed time was at eight but we had no other choice but to wait for him. He took us to his flat and there we met Irena, also a HC member. It was great to be in their company but Azra and I were too tiered and we had to get up at 7am – otherwise we would have talked late in the night while singing and playing the guitar.
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