Biogradska Lake

The morning was all clear and bright. Our clothes and bags had dried. A good day to complete our mountain ride, after a few rounds of table tennis and swings first.

Kiran pulled his bike out and said, "Oh look papa, it is flat". Overnight the front tire of Rocker had gone flat. Weird. We sat to repair it. I found the hole and patched it, and he found the cause of it: a tiny thorn about 1.5 mm long.

Finally we set off in the curious gaze of a bus load of tourists who had been deposited to this nook of the canyons for lunch. We went along for the rest of the glorious canyon ride. Finally the road descended to the river, but unfortunately, also the highway. We stopped at a roadside beach and enjoyed a splash and a skit.

Then we got back on the annoying ride on the highway, till we reached the edge of the Biogradska National Park. Here we rode up hill through lush and tranquil forests to the eponymous lake. A gorgeous young woman was the ranger, and she said we could camp "anywhere up there". Kiran's swim in the lake ended abruptly when a snake swam past his legs. We put up the tent in the forest and settled in to sleep.Læs mere