From Maribor I travelled west along the river Drava, which meanders through alpine foothills parallel to the Austrian border for 70km before entering Austria just north of Dravograd. I knew that the road would have no significant hills (that's why I chose it, he he), but I also guessed it would be a fairly busy one, for that reason. And so it was. It was also one of the worst weather days of the trip - unremitting rain all day. The spray from the traffic meant my glasses were never clear for more than 30 seconds and when the light started to fade things got a little too hairy for my liking. The numerous signs warning of accident blackspots didn't relieve the anxiety. At one point I was able to switch to a path on the other side of the river, virtually traffic-free and with more ups and downs, a total contrast to the busy opposite bank. In a remote bend In this road I came across a house that looked like it hadn't changed since the 1920s. As I took a photo an old woman came out to get some firewood from the shed. She was also dressed from 1920s rural central Europe and could easily have been over 90. As she struggled back with the wood I wondered what kind of life she must lead and wished my language skills included conversational Slovenian.