29/09/2026
No Mad: "After months of dust, cracked earth and fields the colour of old straw, the rain finally came to Slavonia.
And almost overnight, the land exploded back to life.
The grass turned impossibly green, thick, lush and almost indecently fresh. The kind of green that makes you stop and stare.
And everywhere we looked: horses and cows. So many horses. So many cows. Grazing peacefully through the wet grass, completely unimpressed by our arrival.
They looked at us with the calm certainty of creatures who already know exactly what they are doing.
We have a route, kilometres, a plan, and this slightly ridiculous idea that we have to get somewhere on time.
They have grass.
I think they got the better deal.
After months of dust and dry earth, Lonjsko Polje national park looked as if Croatia had suddenly remembered that it could still be beautiful and green. Water, pastures, livestock, old wooden houses, storks, mud and endless plains.
The plan was simple: stop in small village Čigoč for one night. Our first proper campsite after more than 100 days. Water, electricity, a washing machine, a restaurant. Sleep and move on.
Hahahaha.
Of course we stayed.
Because we met people who make you feel at home. And then we made an even bigger mistake, we ordered local food.
Portions so generous that after lunch, you stop thinking about travelling and start wondering whether you can bend your knees enough to get back on a horse.
You sit. You eat. You drink. You talk. You watch the horses.
And suddenly, you realize you don't really want to go anywhere.
So we stayed longer than planned.
Because you can have the perfect plan. And then along come green grass, a horse, a plate of homemade food and people who make you feel at home.
And the plan disappears.
Luckily.
Because that is exactly why we ride.
Not to get somewhere.
But to have somewhere to stay along the way.
Because sometimes the best part of the journey isn't the place you were heading for.
It's the place where you forgot you were supposed to arrive somewhere at all.
Nikola Borić