Riders in the storm

We awoke to rain on our last day of riding on our last island, Šolta. The original Greek name for Šolta meant unripe fig. We buzzed up the wet mountain road to visit a local beekeeper who climbed on his roof with a sprig of lavender in his teeth and picked us some figs to prove that figs do ripen here, even in the rain. His passionate and entertaining droning would make a great Ted Talk. His "bee sex party" twerking might not pass the censors. In this country it isn't hard to find a coffee shop to get out of the rain, so we swarmed into one. No reason to ride down to the boat until lunch was ready!