Beli Kamik I
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... finally able to be unleashed on the nearby markets. Bec was suitably impressed with the quality of fresh fruit and the availability of fresh seafood, as well as enjoying a perusal of cheap clothing and food vendors present. We had ridiculously cheap bananas (compared to Australia anyway) for starters and also bought an apple, pomegranate and a cheese burek. From there we headed into the city centre, unfortunately, today of all days, was Croatian ...
... of water on the opposite side. Straight away the rain didn’t bother us so much anymore as we carried on under our black umbrellas. Plitvice National Park has a total of 16 visible Lakes that flow from one to the other down hundreds of waterfalls and stretches on for 8km. A maze of path ways follow the shorelines, weave above the water or up onto the hills above. We took a lucky dip and followed a path down towards the radiant blue water. Even on a cold ...
... but with toxicly orange pasta sauce which we then all had smeared round our chops for the rest of the day)
Time for a wander so strolled round 'town' for a bit and bought a proper snorkel. Woohoo time to test it out so back in the sea!! Got to see loads more with the snorkel in place, even spotted a cool electric blue swordfish eel type fish and a load of sea cucumber things.
Once shrivelled like a prune we headed back to camp to sort out dinner and chill ...
... an island connected to the mainland by a bridge. The scenery here is very different, still quite mountainy but very gravelly rocky and arid but with lots of shrubby plants.
Already we could see how clear the sea was and started getting very excited! We jumped off at a stop called Malinska, a small-ish fishing village which is a bit touristy by the harbour and shores with some bars ...
... br> They look among themselves to see if there are any francophones, shrug and indicate to me that no one is able to speak French - and that I'm standing in the middle of their private backyard.
"Oh, sorry! I'm just trying to find the trail!"
"Canada!" This sends them into a flurry of guttural, violent German (they look quite pleasant) before asking, "Where are you trying to go?"