fear and loathing in nova gorica

tour of slovenia stage one

I don’t know what it is about these one week races, but on the first day I always find myself in some kind of surreal and/or farcical situation (such as being in the O’Hare airport Chili’s with the Polish national ski jumping team). Here in Nova Gorica, I am in a hotel-casino at nine in the morning trying to suss out if I’m allowed to pilfer from the ni…