Escape from the Bunker (Through Hail)...

Just as we cleared the Croatian border for the verdant climes of southern Slovenia, we noticed an ominous cloud bank over the horizon, maybe 25 kilometers distant from the amazing (and sadly undocumented) road sign urging bicyclists not to fall from their steeds on the twining mountain trails. We stopped for a bev/piss break at the first petrol station we saw, and noticed that the grounds, its sidewalks, the roofs of the cars parked there, and probably its employees were covered in a slurry of 2-Euro-sized hail. A perfect coda to our Croatian adventure...