One fine autumn day, our hero, an avid gravel biker and a lover of sound of stone crunching under his wheels, was led to the vast Karst fields of the Karst and Brkini region, interspersed with endless white roads that promised him a wonderful cycling day, or perhaps a fairytale three days, in the warm autumnal embrace of Slovenian Istria.
Karst and Brkini, that’s the name of the landscape where our hero unloaded his gravel bike. From Ljubljana to Kozina, a train took him, and from here on, the wheels of his gravel bike will be spinning around the world of the Karst. And this is a world marked by stone. A world where water has flowed through porous rocks for millennia, shaping the undulating landscape with its soft touch on surface and creating the breath-taking karst caves beneath it.