I had a missed call on my phone, but when I called the guy back, he said he couldn’t talk because he was in a driving lesson. And he’s not a driving instructor. I’m not sure he understands how driving actually works.
Lesson one: do not answer the phone when driving, especially if you’re still learning how to drive.
After 9 hours of driving (out of which almost two hours were a torture with Molly’s constant groaning and screaming and coughing), we’re finally in Rijeka. Molly’s shouting and being generally grumpy, our family dog just puked, Klara’s barking at random things in the garden and I still have to unload the car. And there’s no one at home to help me. It’s difficult to stay positive.
Molly, Klara and I are driving to Croatia on our own.
Challenge no. 1: after the Austrian border, at the petrol station, I realised I left all of my bank cards at home. I had just enough money for the petrol and vignettes.