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For the first time we didn’t have a new city to explore at journey’s end – just a sea view and a cold beer. So we took our time leaving, wandered along the riverside some more watching Ljubljana come to life. The terraces were already buzzing in the morning Sun as the beautiful people took coffee this time, not wine and the corn venders fired up the coals for the day. We had breakfast in a nice little café set back from the water. It afforded me the surprise opportunity to stock up on Walker’s Shortbread. Whatever Croatia had in store for me I knew I would have tasty treats with my tea.

On the way again and we glided past Slovenian villages set back from the empty road. Each one a traditional pastoral scene; a cluster of houses, farm buildings and a bright white, ornately spired church.
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Somewhere along the road we passed a billboard announcing the ‘Well Cum Spa for Men’. It wasn’t the first nod we’d seen at the seedy needs of some of those too long on the road. Vending machines in Germany purveyed ‘Sex Gags’ and the admittedly intriguing ‘Travel Pussy’. The latter was described as an ‘artistic’ vagina. Small print on the machine instructed, lest there be any confusion, that it was ‘not for children’.