One morning, we are standing next to Nevio on the precipice. "Look at my view!" The man with the herbaceous beard and bloody shins beams. "Not bad, eh?" Indeed, from up here you can spit on half of Istria. Nevio and his wife bought the cliff and surrounding land five years ago. The loner has stuck his crouched cottage with its large bar and small comforts right next to the paragliding launch site. There is no electricity. The shower and toilet are located in a neighbouring hut. Nevio sends us to "Tibet" for biking. That's what the locals call their highest and wildest mountain range. The Cicarija, with its high plateaus and broad valleys, has to make do with three souls per square kilometre. The people live in villages with blue shutters. Senior citizens toil away with rakes, pitchforks and milk cans. From Racja Vas, the gravel road climbs up to 1000 metres.
Suddenly the forest of leaves opens up and the Adriatic lies before us. The mountains fall steeply into the sea and reappear in the bay as gigantic islands.
In the PDF download you will find a six-day tour from Buje via Opertalj, Motovun, Brest, Plomin, via Opatja to Hum.
