We found a campsite on the coast at a place called Portoroz. After confirming that they had a tele and would be showing the game we pitched up.
It was shockingly hot.
Lizzie rinsed out her smalls.
I cooked spatchcock chicken on the bbq, which made me even hotter then we went to watch the game with a bar full of Slovinians and Italians. That’s apart from the only German in there, who we ended up sitting next to.
At the end of the game when the Germans had lost one nill our new German friend admitted that he didn’t like football and preferred fishing. Which was lucky for him really.
There was a nice sunset outside the bar and we had a romantic walk along a harbour until I spotted another bar.
The lights of the port across the bay were a little out of focus on the walk back. Beer is very cheap in Slovenia I’d discovered.
Not sure what was going on here but I think the white wine had made a dent in her usual reserved armour.
Roll on Croatia tomorrow. Another day and another brand of beer.