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  • Day6

    Day 6 - Three Countries in One Day

    August 9, 2020 in Croatia ⋅ 🌙 25 °C

    Woke up in a very positive mood after a good night sleep. A check of the news & travel websites indicated that we shouldn’t have any problems getting to Croatia.

    At 8.00pm Jackie woke up to open her birthday cards then we got showered & packed to leave. Jackie changed her finger dressing & the wound was definitely on the mend. It is now getting boring & I won’t mention it again.

    We dumped our bags in the car, then walked down the road to Bar Central for our complimentary coffee & croissant. It was a proper locals cafe, which was a pleasant friendly experience. We then returned to the car for our 4+ hour journey to Croatia & left the scruffy town of Berra.

    We headed north cross country, until we picked up the non-toll road near Venice (or Venezia as it is known in these parts). We drove past Marco Polo Airport, but sadly didn’t see Venice at any point in the distance.

    En-route Jackie made her calls & messages to thank people for their cards & gifts & she booked our accommodation just over the border in Croatia for the next 3 nights. Afterwards we plan to find a campsite!

    The traffic was remarkably quiet, presumably all at the beach & before we knew it we passing Trieste & heading south towards the border with Slovenia. The border just consisted of two officers watching the traffic as it sped past into Slovenia. This was a doddle!

    Our first sights of Slovenia consisted of their port & lots & lots of rubbish & containers. It didn’t make for a first good impression. We sped through the 1st 14 miles of Slovenia towards Croatia, then came to a grinding halt just 2 miles from the border.

    It took virtually 2 hours to drive the last two miles in 40+ degree heat. In the traffic jam, we were sweating like Fred West’s gardener & our minds kept playing tricks on us. We convinced ourselves that we wouldn’t be allowed entry into Croatia, thus losing our money on our booked accommodation.

    Eventually we arrived at the border control & the immigration officer upon seeing our UK passports waved us through without a thought. We were relieved that we had been granted entry, but irritated that we had had to queue up so long for nothing. Hey ho, our holiday proper could start now.

    We drove down to our nearest beach resort, Umag & parked up near the marina for a stroll. People were sunbathing willy-nilly everywhere. Jackie likened it to the area around Crawley Council Offices, but with water. Not our scene.

    Instead we got some money out of the ATM, Croatian Kuna . We then headed inland 10 miles to Casa Romantica La Parenzana & checked into our very nice B&B & home for the next 3 days. It is a former farmhouse in rural village with thick stone walls & wooden beams & shares the building with a posh restaurant, La Parenzana.

    We lugged pretty much all our luggage in to our 2nd floor room & the owner gave Jackie a bottle of local red wine to celebrate her birthday, which was a nice touch.
    We showered & dressed up a bit for the evening, then down went next door to the La Parenzana Restaurant.

    We were sat in the best table outside the front of the restaurant & ordered two large very cold beers. We delayed ordering too soon, despite being hungry having not eaten since our croissant at breakfast. We ordered and drank a second round of beers & then & only then ordered our food.

    We started off with a sharing platter of Istrian prosciutto & cheese washed down with a glass of the waiters recommended red wine. For main, we both ordered pasta. Jackie had tagliatelle with beef & black truffle, whilst I had Ravioli with truffle which is a speciality of the region. Just because it was Jackie’s birthday, we ordered another couple glasses of wine throughout our meal.

    During the meal the owner came out & chatted to us. He told us that his wife was the head chef and all the food was homemade. There were a large extended family of Croatians dining & he told us the it was a reduced wedding party, whose wedding had been cancelled due to Covid. The owner also gave us his recommendation for a beach for us to visit the following day, which was helpful.

    When the bill came, I gulped. It was expensive, but the food & wine had been delicious - a real gastronomic delight. We will go back, but pair back on the extravagance!

    We returned to our room, cracked open the gifted red wine before calling it a night.

    Song of the Day : Traffic by The Stereophonics.
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  • Day24

    Day 24 - Zoom Lolly Lilo

    August 27, 2020 in Croatia ⋅ 🌙 26 °C

    Slept well & neither of us could get out of bed until gone 8.00am.

    Jackie made me scrambled eggs on toast & coffee for breakfast, then we headed back to our beach not too much after nine.

    We plonked ourselves down in our usual spot & started huffing & puffing into our newly acquired lilo. We had a laugh at a couple who moved three times in about half an hour because people sat too close to them, then gave up & left the beach. In fact the wife did while the husband was still swimming.

    Unfortunately the joke was soon on us, when 4 ugly blokes & a girl sat too close directly behind us. They were oblivious to my Paddington hard stares & in the end we reluctantly relocated to the other end of the beach that was unusually quiet.

    In our new spot, Jackie launched Zoom Lolly Lilo & stayed on it for most of the day as the photos will testify. Lunch was half a bladder of white wine & some peanuts. We left the beach at 4.45pm as it was just starting to get busy again, inexplicably with Brits.

    That evening we dressed up & hit the town. After a beer in our favourite bar, we returned to Pizzeria Marco, where Jackie had a large bowl of mussels & whelks in white wine & a side of French fries. I had gnocchi ai quattro formaggi. It was a perfect evening.

    On the way home we stopped at a tiny little shop that sold only homemade wine in old recycled water bottles. We bought a bottle for tomorrow night.

    Song of the Day : Zoom by Fat Larry’s Band.
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  • Day21

    Day 21 - By The Ferry Skin of our Teeth

    August 24, 2020 in Croatia ⋅ ☀️ 26 °C

    We both woke up at 3.00am feeling really hot & clammy. We undid the sides of the tent & Jackie went back to sleep. I didn’t. Instead I watched the last few remaining episodes of The American Office & got up at 5.15am to research travel restrictions southbound.

    After breakfast, about 8.00am we sprang into action, packing up all our gear with the added bonus of thick cloud cover. It was a sweat-less, slick operation & by 9.30am we had showered, had everything in bags on the ground & having a final cup of coffee, before loading all our stuff strategically back into the car. We were just congratulating ourselves on a job well done & then it all went wrong!

    The heavens suddenly opened & the rain came lashing down. We ran around like headless chickens gathering up our stuff & lobbing into the car & boot. Inside the car it looked like a bomb had gone off.

    15 minutes later the rain had subsided & we did our best to repack the car & get away, because we had a ferries to catch. It was 10.20am as we pulled out of the campsite & an English camper van was pulling in. This was the 1st British vehicle we had seen in Croatia, but sadly we didn’t have time to stop & speak to them.

    We raced back to Supetar to catch the 10.45am ferry only to join a massive queue of traffic tailing back from the entrance to the port. Jackie got out & walked the 350 metres (a sign told us it was that far) to the ticket office.

    Twenty minutes later Jackie returned with our ferry tickets for Supetar to Split & a 2.30pm ferry ticket for Split to Stari Grad on the Island of Hvar. The ticket girl had told Jackie that they had been caught out by the number of cars turning up at the ferry port & they were having to mobilise an additional ferry.

    Eventually they started to load a ferry & we crawled down to the port. We were lined up in a holding area & told we must be ready in our cars at midday. Clearly some people didn’t know that an additional ferry was being laid on, because they were getting very agitated.

    We had time to kill, so we took a stroll around the attractive harbour at Supetar & bought a meat pasty. It wasn’t that nice. We returned to our car just before midday & saw that the original ferry was now packed to the gunnels & still more vehicles were being crammed in. Then like a mirage, a 2nd empty ferry appeared & we were directed to board it, just as the 1st was leaving.

    Our ferry departed at 12.30pm, barely a third full. We were feeling smug & confident that we would have plenty of time to catch our 2.30 ferry. Oh how we were wrong!

    50 minutes later we docked at Split & zoomed off the ferry into another line of traffic, where we waited & waited. There were at least 10 lines of traffic all merging/pushing their way ahead into our line of traffic that was the only way out of the port. It was chaotic & utterly ridiculous we were crawling along at 0.001 miles an hour. Worse still, we had no choice but to leave the port, then re-enter it on the one-way system.

    At 2.20pm, we had resigned ourselves to the fact that we had missed our ferry & saw that the next one wasn’t until 5.00pm. I started researching where we could visit in Split, when the traffic started moving a bit. At 2.25pm we were just leaving the port & so I forced our way onto an open road. I raced through the streets of Split, screeched back into the port, identified our ferry & raced the wrong way up a one-way road to the back of the ferry. The bemused ferryman checked our tickets & ushered us aboard.

    Before we had got out of our car the ferry doors were closing & we were setting sail. We were elated & shouting out ferry related puns. Sorry.

    The 1 hour 50 minute ferry journey passed through the narrow channel between the Islands of Brac & Solta, then Hvar came into view. The ferry took us down the deep inlet to the port of Stari Grad, our base for the next week. It was a civilised & speedy exit from the ferry.

    Less than a mile later we arrived at Adrienn Apartments, where Adrienn came out to meet us & showed us where to park. I mention it because she pointed to an Audi in the car park & advised us to park a long way from it. She said the Audi belonged to a woman from Paris who couldn’t drive & scared the living daylights out of her. I can’t wait to watch her parking manoeuvres!

    Adrienn was very nice & offered us advice on restaurants, beaches etc. Our balcony has a stunning view out across the inlet & the apartment is well equipped. We unpacked & headed out to the town centre.

    A 2 minute walk took us down to the ‘nice’ beach, which is not necessarily our ideal beach, more promenade to lie on than beach. It was then a pleasant 10 minute stroll along the seafront path to the town harbour. The harbour was chockablock with yachts, all teeming with annoying ‘yachtie’ types having post sailing drinks on deck.

    We found a square with several bars, chose one & had a couple of well earned beers. It was very relaxing & made even better with some good music (Billy Idol & Blondie) from the bar opposite.

    We then went for dinner at a fish restaurant, Kod Barba Luke recommended by Adrienn. It was quite posh. I ordered beef steak with chicory & Parmesan cheese & Jackie had lamb chops. They came with nothing else but French fries. Mine was delicious, but Jackie’s was boring & the fat hadn’t been rendered properly. She should have had fish. It wasn’t cheap & certainly not exceptional!

    After dinner, we popped to the supermarket for a box of wine & breakfast. We arrived back at the apartment shortly after 9.00pm & went straight to bed shattered.

    Observation - Good quality wine & beer is very cheap in Croatia, but annoyingly food, particularly meat is expensive in the restaurants. Only one thing for it!

    Song of the Day : One Way or Another by Blondie.
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  • Day10

    Day 10 to Day 13 - Novice Camping in Pag

    August 13, 2020 in Croatia ⋅ ⛅ 27 °C

    Day 10 - Naked Lady

    It was a really comfy sleep, despite both having to get up during the night and hike to the toilet. I got up at 6.30am & witnessed Germans doing what they do best - laying out towels on the beach.

    At 7.30am Jackie & I walked up to the on-site bakery & bought a loaf of bread. Breakfast consisted of bread & jam & coffee, then discovered our first downside to this campsite - wasps. They had taken a liking to our jam & were very persistent.

    We then walked down to the beach, which looks pretty but is actually man made from sharp shingle & rocks. The centre was pretty busy with kids & pets so we decided to go to one end where there was hardly anyone.

    We chose our spot then realised that the only other person on our section of the beach was a woman who was stark b*****k naked. She was in her late 50s/early 60s, but had a reasonably fit body for her age, not that I was looking! Actually, neither of us could help it, because as it seems with most nudists, she liked to stand up & walk to the sea and back for maximum exposure without any hint of embarrassment.

    After a couple of hours, she got dressed & left. It was very strange, because there was no indication the nudism was acceptable at the campsite beach & there were young kids around. I needed to know more about her, so that evening, using my detective skills, I tracked her down. I found her doing online stretching exercises in full Lycra, with her husband outside their Slovenian registered caravan.

    During one of our many dips in the sea, my legs got painfully attacked by fish pecking at my scabs. Now that should be good reason to stop picking them!

    The beach side bar was our lunchtime venue. It was very pleasant, but only served drinks, no food. We had to make do with a couple of large, very cheap beers.

    At 5.00pm, we packed up at the beach & cycled the 3.5km gravel path along the waters edge to the nearby town of Novalja. Jackie likened it to Ibiza, lots of youngsters & not a nice beach in sight. We cycled up & down the busy promenade & bought a box of cheap white wine in a supermarket.

    Later that evening we ate bread, crackers, crisps & biscuits with white wine. Despite having only spent one night under canvas, Jackie is already apparently dying of malnutrition & is craving meat!

    She is also suffering from RV envy, particularly as most are cooking hot meals or having having barbecues.

    Well that was more than I intended.

    Song of the Day : The Nude by Catherine Wheel.

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    Day 11 - German Inquisition

    We had a good but hot sleep, but neither of us needed to march to the toilet during the night.

    I got up early, fired up the stove & boiled some water for a coffee. I poured the milk into my cup & it hit the bottom with a plop. It had gone off & I even managed to get rid of it myself!

    At 8.00am when Jackie finally got up, we went to the bakery, but horror of horrors they had already sold out of bread! We were forced to order a selection of pastries - one meat, one apple & one cheese. The meat pastry won hands down, a cross between a meat pasty & a sausage roll.

    After a morning on the beach, we adjourned to the beach bar for our usual liquid lunch. The 3rd beer apparently took a long time to arrive at us, so the barman insisted we have it for free. We hadn’t even noticed, but generally we are not one to turn down a freebie. We had a 4th so we could still spend our money.

    During our lunch, a German woman started to interrogates “Are you English?” “Yes”. “You don’t look it”. Apparently we look too dark to be English, but she saw our Citroen with it’s GB sticker. The woman & her entourage wanted to know how we got here, what we were doing & how could we afford so much time off etc etc. It was a proper interrogation.

    Later that evening, we were minding our own selves with a wine, when the German Interrogator, I think she was drunk, bellowed across the campsite “Mr & Mrs from England. We are over here”. Most of the campsite looked round at the 2 foreigners in their little tent. Slightly embarrassed we waved back.

    Jackie’s ‘malnutrition’ got the better of her, so against my better wishes we wandered up to the on-site restaurant for what turned out to be ‘Hamburgergate’.

    We both ordered the not that cheap hamburger & chips with a carafe of red wine. When the meal arrived, the hamburger was a massive hamburger, but no bun in sight. The burgers were very dense in texture & tasted processed. Jackie took one mouthful of her hamburger & refused to eat anymore of it. The result of this catastrophe was I tried to eat both burgers & Jackie ate all her chips & most of mine. I would have been happy with crackers again.

    At 1.00am we were awaken by thunder and lightning. Water was dripping into our tent. We made a couple of precautionary adjustments, then lay in our now soggy bed & listened until the worst of the storm had passed over around 4.00am.

    Song of the Day : Where Were You Hiding When The Storm Broke? by The Alarm.

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    Day 12 - Ant Trouble

    Despite being awake most of the night, I still got up not long after 6.00am. Everything was moist & still dark clouds loomed overhead. I brewed up a coffee & watched the comings & goings. Most of the campsite guests seem to pack up & leave on a Friday or Saturday, presumably to get back to work on a Monday.

    After getting all the wet clothes out of the tent & draping them over anything available, we had a meat pasty each & hit the beach. It took a while for the clouds to burn away, but they did. The beach was virtually child free which was a bonus.

    Before lunch, I changed into my trainers & went for an approximate 3 mile run to Novalja Beach & back. It felt good.

    Lunch consisted of local bottles of beer, because the draft beer had run out, then it was back to the beach.

    We returned to our tent for the evening and discovered that we had been invaded by ants. We now know that it is not a good idea to leave food that’s been opened on the floor of the tent! The ants certainly had a penchant for citrus wafers, that I had opened & eaten half of following ‘Hamburgergate’. The other half meant for Jackie were riddled with ants. The crackers & other foods were also infected & the groundsheet was alive. We salvaged what we could, blowing ants off the crackers, because eating them for our tea.

    By 9.00pm, we were knackered & called it a night. Unfortunately it was still warm & we made our 2nd camping howler.

    Song of the Day : Ants Invasion by Adam & The Ants.

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    Day 13 - A Road To Nowhere

    Woke up in agony 2 hours after going to bed. I had been bitten by mossies on pretty much every part of my body & the bites were as itchy as hell.

    Why? It was still very warm when we went to bed, so we left all the tent doors open including to the bedroom compartment. I then probably confounded the problem by reading my iPad, thus attracting them to the light.

    In the morning, we made a list of the fruit we were going to buy for a healthy breakfast & dinner, but then discovered that the fruit lady didn’t come on Sunday. We made do with meat pasties, croissants & baguette again.

    The day consisted of beach, run, lunch of beer & wine, then beach until 6.00pm. We then decided to go for a power walk along my run route, but Jackie decided we should take an inland route uphill.

    That was fine & we were having a good work out until the road came to an end. There was however a rocky footpath that we decided to take to hopefully get us back to the campsite. Unfortunately the path clearly hadn’t been used in years & was overgrown with vicious gorse bushes & huge buzzing black insects that were very upset by our presence. Luckily, we were wearing our protective gear, Jackie in a flimsy vest, shorts & trainers, whilst I was wearing just shorts & trainers. We got ripped to shreds, then after at least 400 metres of this savage footpath we came to a dead end. I was so glad I hadn’t chosen the route!

    We retraced our steps until we found an alternative route that took us a long way back round to the campsite. This should have been a short power walk, but ended up being a 90 minute trek.

    We were battered, but nothing that a beer & a nice hot shower couldn’t sort out.

    It was baguette, croissants & crackers for tea. We are looking forward to a hot meal!

    Song of the Day : Wonderful Life by Black. (It was played in the bar at lunch & seemed appropriate - prior to our hike).
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  • Day16

    Day 16 - Breaking Rocks in the Hot Sun

    August 19, 2020 in Croatia ⋅ ☀️ 28 °C

    Our very early night had consequences. Jackie woke up at midnight for a couple of hours & I woke up at 3.15am & never got back to sleep again.

    At 8.00am, I popped down the bakery for a meat pasty & a couple of baguettes to sample Cherry’s home made jam & butter. It nearly ended in disaster, because I forgot my mask, but the bakery ladies took pity on me & allowed me in.

    After breakfast we packed up & then took a short walk to the fort atop Skradin. It was a ruin, but afforded a nice view.

    We then returned to the car & set off for Split. I took a deliberate detour via Sibenik which I had got in my head was a pretty little town, but as we approached the outskirts it was getting very industrial, so we abandoned that idea.

    We then re-routed on the non toll country roads south towards Split. Our route took us inland then back out to the coast at Seget Donji, which gave us great views looking down on to the town of Trogir, a UNESCO World Heritage Site for it’s Venetian architecture.

    We couldn’t stop because we had a ferry to catch, so we raced along to Split, located it’s port & bought ourselves a ticket for the 12.30pm car ferry to the Island of Brac.

    After a 50 minute ferry journey we arrived at Supetar on Brac & then 10 minutes later we arrived at Boutique Camping Bunja, our home for the next 5 nights. We checked in at reception & were allocated our pitch. Our view is exceptional, looking out through pine trees to the Adriatic & the Croatian coastline to the south of Split.

    At Jackie’s insistence, we sought out the cafe for a cold beer & a plate of chips. We also checked out the favourable reviewed beach. Both were a disappointment, the cafe was too modern, we prefer rustic charm & the beach was smaller than we imagined, full of kids & next to a road.

    Slightly demoralised, we returned to our pitch & set about erecting our tent. It was now a slick operation, however I am already sick of trying to mallet tent pegs into rocks & stones. It didn’t help that it was windy & the tent was being blown about all over the place. Eventually we had it erected to a satisfactory standard.

    We had our chores complete, including getting our bedding laundered in the free washing machine, by just after 4.00pm, so we went down to the beach to give it a trial run. It was absolutely fine & we will spend the day on it tomorrow.

    At close to 7.00pm we left the beach & showered, then returned to the cafe for some of the advertised ‘mama’s’ cooking. It was a huge disappointment, again. It was 2 young lads cooking & serving. I had a minuscule portion of bland spaghetti bolognese & Jackie had fried chicken & chips & a sad garden salad. We won’t be eating an evening meal there again. Jackie could definitely do much better on a one ringed stove!

    After a wine back at our camp table & chairs we called it a night.

    Song of the Day : I Fought The Law by The Clash.
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  • Day17

    Day 17 - Adriatic Commie Chef

    August 20, 2020 in Croatia ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

    Woke up this morning loving our new campsite. We are too quick to judge. The view & ambiance are perfect.

    I got up at 6.00am to watch my Skinny Minnie neighbour don her cycling gear, carbo up, prepare her bike & cycle off. She is looks to be a pro or semi-pro cyclist.

    At 8.00am we went to the advertised camp shop. It was a table with just 3 loaves of bread, a tray of tomatoes & a couple of melons.

    This was not what we had in mind, so we drove 2 minutes down the road to Tommy’s Hipermarket, not a typo. What a fantastic supermarket. We got carried away & bought litres of wine, gallons of beer, a cooking pot & all the ingredients for a chilli on carne which included a kilo of minced beef. We also bought a meat pasty, proper milk & pretty much most of the store.

    After a sumptuous breakfast, we went down to our campsite beach. It was relatively quiet & a joy to sit on. We had pre-judged it, it was probably the best beach so far on this trip.

    We had a liquid lunch at the cafe, then returned to beach for a siesta. We both woke up around 4.00pm to discover we were now surrounded by mothers with hordes of screaming kids & not now the best beach.

    During lunch we discovered that Croatia was now subject of quarantine measures should we return to UK 🇬🇧 any time soon. I’m hoping this doesn’t effect our intended entry into Montenegro.

    In similar news “Germany has now designated two Croatian regions - Sibenik-Knin and Split-Dalmatia - as virus risk regions and warned against travel there. Arrivals in Germany from those areas will face mandatory tests for coronavirus.” Brilliant, that is where we have just come from & where we are now!

    At 5.30pm, we left the beach & began preparations of our chilli. I turned into Adriatic Commie Chef of the Year. WE created a chilli con carne of chopped onions, garlic & pepper & added half a kilo of minced beef, then added salt, pepper, water, chilli con carne powder, sugar, dried chilli flakes, bovril, tinned tomatoes & finally kidney beans. After stirring for nearly 2 hours, it was ready & tasted wonderful. Washed down with a loaf of bread & white wine.

    It was a superb evening, cooking on the Adriatic coast, but I’m sure it wouldn’t be quite the same in our kitchen in Cuckfield!

    During the evening, I managed to have a chat with my cycling neighbour & learnt that she cycled half of the perimeter of the island & met her family at the famous beach in Bol. She said it was busy, but would probably be even busier at the weekend.

    We will probably go tomorrow, Friday I think.

    Song of the Day : Can U Cook? by Seasick Steve.
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  • Day196

    Apartment BBQ

    April 20 in Croatia ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C

    Met back up with Sarah and Ant (first time in Croatia) only this time we rented an apartment together near Trogir, and had a barbecue. Very weird to have a sofa, bathrooms, dishwasher etc 😂 but was a really nice change, and cheaper than us paying for a campsite!Read more

  • Day115

    Sali

    October 12, 2019 in Croatia ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

    This weekend we travelled by local ferry to Sali on the island of Dugi otok.
    The weather was perfect again for sight seeing and swimming. The little township of Sali was just beautiful as the tourist season had finished, it was full of mainly locals and a few visiting yachtsman and women. Lara found the local library which was full of an eclectic collection of books, posters and prints.Read more

  • Day25

    Day 25 - Same Again

    August 28, 2020 in Croatia ⋅ ☀️ 28 °C

    Went for an early morning run. Took a few harbour photos & stopped at the bakery to buy some bread for our lunch. I couldn’t decide, so I bought a baguette & a loaf.

    Just after 9.00am, we set off for Dubovica Beach & sat down at our new usual spot. We had saved our breath by inflating Zoom Lolly Lilo with the air bed pump & car cigarette lighter, before walking down the goat path.

    Not much else happened, Jackie splashed about on the lilo most of the day whilst I read. Lunch was the baguette filled with what turned out to be flavourless hard boiled eggs & tomatoes. And wine.

    We left beach gone 5.00pm & stopped at Tommy Hipermarket for fresh supplies. Back at the apartment, I found that I was able to watch the T20 cricket on the iPad, which was a right result until it was abandoned due to rain!

    Jackie made us sausage (Bratwurst), chips & salad for our tea, which we had with the homemade wine we bought the night before. We knew it would be good, because we had drunk it in Pizzeria Marco as their ‘domestic’ wine.

    With the cricket abandoned, we played another online quiz & had an early night.

    Song of the Day : Every Day Is Exactly The Same by Nine Inch Nails.
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  • Day36

    Day 36 - In The Buff

    September 8, 2020 in Croatia ⋅ 🌙 26 °C

    Not a lot happened today.

    We sat in our usual spot.

    A huge moth committed suicide in front of us.

    We did our usual run, swim & lunch.

    In the afternoon I got attacked by a butterfly licking my salty body.

    We later packed our stuff up & Jackie cooked more pasta for tea.

    We watched the cricket in the buff on our balcony.

    Song of the Day : The Butterfly Collector by The Jam.

    Bonus Song : Moth by PJ Harvey.
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