As it was another hitchhiking day and lifts are hard to get in Yugoslavia up at 6 a.m. for a swim at a spectacular beach. I suspect this will be my last ocean swim for 1973. The lineup at the store to buy breakfast supplies was long even for food challenged Yugoslavs. I got a ride after a two hour wait with a real fussbudget but he provided lunch of good old Fructal juice and Dalmatian smoked ham on fresh bread. I am hooked on this smoked ham. Why oh why did not I discover this Croatian delight earlier. We continued on despite ten near crashes. He left me outside Sibernik. 4 hours waiting in the blazing sun for my next lift to Zadar where I pitched tent and was invited by two Frenchman for a plate of hot beans for dinner.