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  • Day18

    Seguimos en una isla!

    August 12 in Croatia ⋅ ☁️ 27 °C

    Último día en la isla, mañana volvemos a Split en busca de la cachinave y continuamos con la ruta ya pegando la vuelta! Todavía nos queda mucho por recorrer y destinos increíbles por conocer!
    Hoy viajamos en submarino, pueden creerlo? Dejamos algunas fotos de hoy! Besos
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    Alejandra Sanchez


    Alejandra Sanchez

    que linda costa tiene Croacia

    Ole torero!!! [Eduardo]

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  • Day39

    Mit dem Buggy über Korčula!

    September 6, 2021 in Croatia ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    Yeah, heut ging es auf Erkundungstour der besonderen Art. Mit dem Buggy ging es über Stock & Stein. So eingestaubt wie man hinterher war, musste man ja förmlich ins kühle Nass springen.

    Ich kann mir nur nicht erklären, weshalb meine Beifahrerin meinte, ich sei auf dem Nürburgring ganz gut aufgehoben.😆Read more


    Bin dabei

    Dany Michael


  • Day10

    Urlaubs- Office.

    August 1, 2021 in Croatia ⋅ ☀️ 31 °C

    Heute ist das Meer ziemlich unruhig und wir hängen gemütlich am Wohnmobil rum. 🌊
    Von den Erlebnissen der Halbinsel Pelješac habe ich mich inspirieren lassen einen Blog zu schreiben. Das wollte ich schon immer mal machen 😍 💻 📝 🤓

    Wen es interessiert, hier ist der Link:…
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    Simone Klein

    Sehr fleißig. ❤

  • Day13

    Lumbarda auf der Insel Korčula

    July 5, 2021 in Croatia ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    Lumbarda ist nicht weit weg von Korcula Stadt. Wir haben uns hier einen ruhigeren Hafen erhofft. Die Marina hier ist kleiner, aber trotzdem sehr frequentiert. Wir haben grad noch einen Liegeplatz bekommen. Ansonsten kann man in dem beschaulichen Ort einen Spaziergang machen und lecker Eis essen.Read more

  • Day38

    Day 38 - Pottering About

    September 10, 2020 in Croatia ⋅ ☀️ 23 °C

    I had a dreadful night sleep, kept getting attacked by a mosquito 🦟. One of the downsides of not having air conditioning.

    I still wasn’t feeling fantastic, so we pottered about on our balcony making the most of no one else being here.

    During the morning, I returned to our car to locate my spare inner tube. I ended up emptying the whole boot & turning the car interior upside down, but I couldn’t find it for love or money. Whilst doing so I met Ivo who told me he had been working on his smallholding since 5am & was now going for a swim.

    When I returned to the apartment, I found Jackie sunbathing on the concrete dock & Ivo having a swim. Jackie told me that Ivo had dropped the bombshell that his Ukrainian ‘friend’ was arriving on Friday. Not good news.

    Ivo had talked about him the previous evening saying that he lived in the Crimea & had both a Ukrainian & a Russian passport. He is allegedly a businessman who has a business video call every morning at 9.00am. Great.

    Later during the morning, Ivo brought down a glass of homemade orangecella & another of carob. The orangecella was lovely. Ivo hung around for awhile, but probably got the message that we weren’t interested in chatting.

    Before lunch Jackie insisted on having another look for the inner tube & found it immediately tucked in a corner in the boot. She didn’t mention it again. We had a homemade cheese & ham toastie for lunch, then resumed sunbathing on the deck. It was very peaceful & pleasant, but it wouldn’t be the same if we have to share it.

    When the sun was going down, I changed my inner tube, then got ready to go out. We were both feeling much better so we decided to try Konoba Skafetin which just a half a mile walk away. It was THE Tripadvisor top rated restaurant out of 242 on Korcula Island.

    We turned up without a reservation, but were lucky enough to get the last remaining table. Jackie order the seafood pasta, which arrived in a bag & contained prawns, mussels, whelks & razor clams all in sauce with penne. I had the meat of the day which turned out to be pork in a Chinese sauce with vegetables. Both dishes were excellent & fairly reasonable priced.

    The day ended with a couple of snifters on the balcony.

    Song of the Day : Nothing Ever Happens by Del Amitri.
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  • Day39

    Day 39 - Motorboatin’

    September 11, 2020 in Croatia ⋅ ☀️ 28 °C

    Had a good sleep & woke fresh to take on a new challenge.

    After breakfast, Ivo was loitering on the jetty waiting to give me a motorboat lesson. He was a pedantic instructor & made me have 5 or 6 attempts at bring the boat to a gradual standstill against the jetty. He was getting slightly frustrated at me, not helped by the language barrier, but eventually I was given the all clear to hit the high seas. Well, not quite, he gave me a map with the islands we could visit & with a line we should not cross.

    We set off for the island of Otok Badija with it’s attractive church & monastery about half an hour away in our chugging boat. I identified a jetty to moor up at, then made a right pigs ear of actually getting the boat to come to rest where I wanted it to. Luckily no-one else was on the jetty.

    We walked towards the monastery & saw a family feeding carrots to 2 deer with vicious looking antlers. The father turned his back on one of the deer who took exception & gored him in the back ripping a big hole in his T-shirt. “Come on Jackie, let’s go back to the boat”.

    We eventually got the four stroke engine started & we circumnavigated Otok Badija anti-clockwise until we were virtually in open water on the main ferry route. It got remarkably choppy & I bottled it, so we turned round & retraced our wake.

    We then circled a couple of small islands & thought about the possibility of a swim and/or swimming to shore. We dropped anchor and we decided that I should jump in first & see how easy it was to get back in. It wasn’t.

    There were no steps on the boat & the sides were too high & slippery for me to pull myself up. Jackie tried to pull up but luckily we had both oiled up & couldn’t get a grip. After 10 minutes of trying, I gave up. Instead, Jackie pulled the anchor up & I swam ashore pulling the boat behind me. Eventually I got in shallow enough to climb aboard again. We are not sailors!

    We ‘motorboated’ back to the jetty on Otok Badija and saw that it was now busy so we decided to just hold back until it was a bit quieter. In doing so we watched a similar boat to ours with 4 aboard ram into another boat as their means of stopping. The owner of the other boat witnessed this & remonstrated with them.

    When everyone had dispersed, we made a textbook arrival, dropping the anchor & Jackie hopping on to the jetty with a rope as the boat gently glided in. I wish the crowds had been there to witness it.

    Feeling smug, we set off on the 5km path around the entire island. It was shady & made for a very pleasant stroll. We then popped into the church & monastery before returning to our boat avoiding the group of 6 deer as we went.

    Once back on the high sea Jackie took over the controls & seemed much more at ease than I felt. We headed to the Island of Vrnik & I completed another perfect docking. Vrnik was a tiny island with a collection of houses & a restaurant, Vrnik Arts Club. It was posh, too posh to have a menu or sell large beers, but by god was it the perfect setting for lunch. We had 4 small beers & shared a salad with barrata cheese. It was gorgeous, but it came at a price, about £25! All the other diners clearly had way too much money as they ordered bottles of chilled wines & lobsters & oysters probably costing hundreds of pounds.

    In the afternoon we headed south & moored offshore near a beach called Bilin Zal. It would have been nice to have a swim, but instead we cooked on our gently rocking boat until 4.30pm.

    As we approached our home jetty, I saw man stood on it with a camera on a tripod. It must be the Ukrainian. I got in all of a fluster of having an audience & forgot to drop anchor on our approach. The man shouted “Do you want me to help.” Jackie shouted, “No” & I shouted “Yes” simultaneously. The man shouted “I don’t know what to do!” He then put his foot out to stop us smashing into the jetty. I then had to embarrassingly reverse back to drop anchor & head back to the jetty for a second time. Again the man helped us prevent ramming the jetty. All very undignified.

    Once we had come to a standstill, Ivo appeared & helped us off & then parked the boat properly. The man introduced himself to us as Sergei. He spoke very good English & was very likeable. We learnt that he lives in Dubai with his family, but has a Croatian farmer friend he likes to visit, but prefers to stay at Ivo’s. We had a long chat with him & he gave us some good tips regarding Covid tests & ferries. Jackie has a sneaky look in his fridge & it was full of bottles of spirits & water.

    After a drink on our balcony, we went back to Konoba Marco Polo for dinner. I had macaroni with meat & Jackie had pork skewers. With a litre of wine & complimentary doughnuts & a glass of liqueur, it was still cheaper than lunch.

    We returned to find Sergei comatose on his bed snoring loudly. We closed his door & had a quick nightcap of our own whilst watching the end of the cricket.

    Song of the Day : The Boatman by The Levellers.
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  • Day40

    Day 40 - Exploring Korcula

    September 12, 2020 in Croatia ⋅ 🌙 28 °C

    Another leisurely start to the day. Around 10am we found Ivo who was worried about Sergei because no-one had seen him. There was no need to worry he had sneaked out for a double espresso in town.

    Not long after Jackie & I set off for our 5 km cycle ride to Korcula. Well we would have done, but I had a flat tyre again. Brilliant. Luckily, Ivo lent me his bike & we set off cycling mainly uphill. We parked our bikes near a really fancy cemetery, then we walked down to Korcula passing the Tommy Hipermarket, then down an atmospheric cobbled walkway.

    Korcula (pronounced Cor-chew-la) is incredibly attractive, almost unreal like a film set. The Old Town is a medieval walled city positioned on an oval-shaped swelling of land pointing deep into the Peljesac Channel. The city itself is grooved with a succession of narrow streets that branch off the spine of the main street like a fish bone to reduce the effects of wind & sun. The architecture of the Old Town is mainly influenced by Venetian Renaissance.

    We wandered around marvelling at its beauty. The town was like a museum with random artefacts littered around. It is also the home of Marco Polo, allegedly!There is a Marco Polo House which claims to be where Marco Polo was born, although most historians say he was born in Venice. Either way, he obviously had some connection with Korcula & did sleep in that house at sometime.

    On top of the city walls were dozens of restaurants, we decided to have an early lunch. Jackie chose the lunch venue, Silk, a Thai restaurant.....When in Rome. It was expensive, but we craved something a bit different. We had a pad Thai & pork Gyozas looking out to sea with just a small beer. A nice change.

    We then climbed back up to our bikes & cycled off our lunch. We arrived back at Stone House Gregov for an afternoon of sun on the jetty. Sergei was also on the jetty ferociously downing glass after glass of wine. He did make us laugh & we learnt a lot more about him. For example he is 100% Russian, but because he grew up in the Crimea, he also has a Ukrainian passport to aid travel. He spent a term at Brighton Uni in the early 90s & he has light aircraft pilots license.

    Every so often, Ivo would pop down with some snacks. He brought down a large plate of homemade cakes & carob liqueur. I think the main reason he kept coming down was to check on Sergei who was getting quite drunk.

    When the sun went down, we adjourned to the balcony for an evening of cheese and ham toasties followed by ice cream, whilst watching premiership football & trying to make head or tail of how we could best get home. During the evening, Sergei staggered off to Konoba Skafetin that we had recommended & staggered back about 90 minutes later absolutely hammered. Ivo came down to check on him & despaired at his drunkenness.

    Sergei went off to his room or so we thought to sleep, but suddenly there was a splash in the sea, caused by Sergei diving in. He got straight out & went to his room. Next thing we knew was that Ivo out on the jetty searching the sea with a torch. We ended his fruitless search for Sergei, who could end up being the death of him.

    Song of the Day : Explorers by Muse.
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  • Day37

    Day 37 - Jonestown Ain’t Got Nothing

    September 9, 2020 in Croatia ⋅ ☀️ 28 °C

    On This.

    We were both up by 7.00am & were on the road by 8. We arrived at Sobra port 20 minutes later & at 9.00am we departed back to the Peljesac Peninsular. By 9.45am, we were pulling into the car park at Ston. We tried to buy a ticket for the car park, but the machine didn’t like our credit card. I then checked the other cars in the car park & saw that none were displaying tickets. We concluded the ticket machine was bust & we could park for free. Wrong!

    Ston is by and large known for three things – its very well preserved town walls, its salt works, and its mussels! We had done the mussels, seen the salt works, now it was the town walls.

    The walls are much longer than those of its more famous neighbour, Dubrovnik, at 5km in length. This makes them the longest defensive structure in Europe; they are sometimes referred to as the ‘European Walls of China”. Built in the 14th and 15th centuries as a additional defence for the Republic of Ragusa (Dubrovnik) and to protect the lucrative salt pans in the area, the walls also consist of three fortresses – Veliki Kastil (in Ston), Korula (Mali Ston) and Prodzvizd Fort – and a number of towers.

    With water & sensible footwear, we set off for the entrance to the walls. We paid our 70 kuna each & ascended the wall. We arrived at a tower on a peak of the wall absolutely dripping in sweat. It afforded great views of the town below & the salt works.

    We marched back down the wall where near the exit, we were informed we could follow the wall up over the mountain to a village just over a kilometre away. Jackie refused, but I decided to go for it. If nothing else, it would hopefully give me an even better view. I started the climb, but it was steep & very narrow. I got to the 1st tower & ‘bottled it’.

    I returned to Jackie & instead we went to the fortress, Veliki Kastil, which was included in our ticket. It was just an empty fortress with a couple of cannons.

    It was now only 11am, but we decided to return to Konoba Dardin for an early lunch. Jackie had an octopus salad & I, a plate of Dalmatian Poscuitto ham with a beer each. It was very pleasant.

    We then returned to the car to find a parking ticket on our windscreen for 90 kuna (about £11). We hunted for the ticket attendant to argue the toss, but he was nowhere to be found. I also noticed that we were the only car with a parking ticket & no one was displaying any proof of payment. “Is it only because we are British?” We will either email them a complaint or just ignore it & not pay, probably the latter.

    We then drove the length of the Peljesac Peninsular, back to Orebić & 20 minutes after arriving we were on the ferry to the Island of Korcula. I had planned to catch a ferry in 4 days time from Korcula to Split. We enquired at the ticket office & learnt that the only ferry for this departed from the other end of the island at 6.00am & 6.00pm. We need to have a rethink!

    We drove down into Ston old town & decided we would cycle over on another day. We then drove to Lumbarda & located our accommodation for the next 4 nights Stone House Gregov. We were met by the owners , Ivo & Vanja. Ivo was ultra enthusiastic. He helped us with all our bags, then showed us around. It is a strange set up with 4 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, but a shared kitchen, living room & balcony. We are the only ones staying so we had the choice of rooms.

    Ivo insisted that we sit down & have a drink of his wife’s homemade limoncello & another stronger liquor. Then Ivo started telling us about himself - he fought in the Balkan war, was stationed in Zagreb, but didn’t kill anyone. He loves everyone. He gave up alcohol on his 1st day of the war to keep a clear head & hasn’t touched it since. He did however smoke 60 cigarettes a day, but has since given up. He eats mainly fruit & vegetables & only small fish. To be fair, he does look fit for his 77 years.

    It then started to get a bit weird, he told us we were his family, his kids. He told that he was a positive person, grateful for life & he didn’t care about money or computers. During this conversation, we agreed to buy a bottle of lemoncello, the other liquor, plus a bottle of homemade red & white wine. We also agreed to rent his motorboat for a day. A good salesman for someone who doesn’t care about money!

    He then helped me take the bikes off the car & park it up down the road. It was during this process that I discovered that I had a flat tyre on my bike, which must be sabotage, because it was fine when I last used it. He also told me the best restaurant to go to.

    Ivo returned to the apartment with me & continued to wax lyrical. It felt like a sermon & after every sentence, he would say, “You understand?” Giving you no real option other than to say “Yes”. He kept referring to what a wonderful stress free life he had & no need for money, which clearly meant he was obsessed with the stuff.

    He also talked about all his other guests who were repeat customers & loved him. He showed us trees at the front of the property that allegedly cured a sick woman who sat under it for a week. Really!

    When he finally left us we were knackered. He didn’t ask us anything about ourselves other than we were English & he told us it rains a lot in the UK & it has a lot of crime, unlike Korcula.

    We compared him to some type of Evangelist or Cult Leader. Jackie likened him to Jim Jones, which prompted us to watch a documentary about the 1978 Jonestown Murder-suicide massacre. Jones ordered and likely coerced a mass suicide and mass murder of 918 commune members, 304 of them children, almost all by cyanide-poisoned Flavor Aid. What was in the lemoncello?

    Funnily enough, neither of us felt hungry and I had a stomach ache, but we decided to go to the restaurant Ivo had recommended. At Kinobo Marco Polo we shared a pizza & a coleslaw salad, which was nice, but we could only eat just over half of it.

    Before the pizza arrived the waitress came out with 4 piping hot complimentary doughnuts & a plate of tuna pate. That famous phrase uttered by Johnny Craddock sprang to mind!

    Song of the Day - White Coats by New Model Army.
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  • Day64

    Korčula island

    July 12 in Croatia ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    We caught a 2 hour ferry from Dubrovnik to Korčula island. I think it was where Marco Polo was born or grew up or something. It is a beautiful island and we had the best two days there :)

    We went swimming and Sara was climbing up the ladder and the screws were loose so she fell back into the water while still holding on. It was hilarious and she was okay. We had no idea what to do with the ladder after though , that sought of thing has not been very common to happen to us. Then , not even 10 minutes I jumped on a sea urchin so I’ve been putting my foot in vinegar since being back at Sara’s Nonna’s today and yesterday. Quite an eventful swim. But the water was so so nice. Very salty too.

    We met with our two friends we’ve known since high school (but from a different schools) and we hung out with them the whole time. There is a blurry photo of us because it was a Live Photo and I had to freeze it. We all just laughed the entire trip.

    We had the longest day getting back because we read the ferry time wrong and missed it , so missed our flight and then had to get another flight (rip my savings and the hours I worked for that) and that one got delayed by 5 hours. So much went wrong that day that we could only laugh so we spent the whole day so tired and completely delirious.
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    Merryn Anderson

    Oh no hope it wasn’t your sting ray foot!

    Be Yeo-Bradshaw

    haahaa.... wot did she do with the ladder?? and the sea urchin sounds painful!!

    Meg Anderson

    Wow, looks like a beautiful place!

  • Day3

    Dia 4 Korkula

    September 6, 2021 in Croatia ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    Sobre las 7 y pico zarpamos hacia Korkula, con parada para nadar y almuerzo a bordo. Luego seguimos viaje y sobre las 15 llegamos a Korkula, una ciudad medieval con mucha influencia veneciana y que se la llamó pequeña Dubrovnik porque fue capital en su día. Allí hicimos una cata de vinos y recorrimos la ciudad donde cenamos.Read more

    Nora Viti Ibañez

    En korkula estuvimos 10 días , nos encantó!

    Ricardo Viti



You might also know this place by the following names:

Korčula, Korcula, Curzola, Корчула

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