Castor Hotel Rabac

... down it is raining, a lot.
But, we took a group trip on a boat to Rovinj where we had a tour and then stopped for "Hot Chocolate" which was really just melted chocolate with whipped cream on top, and it was delicious. On the boat on the way back to Pula we had a dance party while cruising through the big waves, which was quite the thrill.
We pass our days by counting ...

... after a head injury. In the evening we popped out to try and find something to eat was just about to give up seeing as everything is shut and closed when Ian went ahead and found a kebab shop so got some take away kebabs and ate them in the room then watched all the worst american sitcoms ever on the tv the only things that we could find in english. Which I have to admit was better than watching BBC world news which I had been ...

... to getting us to Slovenia where on Friday I can then go and get the stiches out. So we have a bus ride in the morning bought the lady from the appartments some chocolates and left her a note to say thanks as she has been amazing with us letting us stay for nothing. So everyone dont worry I am well enough to be typing this blog today and will put on pics for the past few weeks when the computer will let me.

... to sit down as the pain was really getting to me. I knew then that I was going to faint I could tell after fainting a few times before everything goes weird and things start going fast I kinda thought I could stop myself but no joy. The next thing I knew Ian was trying to bring me round after putting me in the recovery position and had some tissue on my head as I had fell head first into 500 year old ...

... save some money I bought some food to eat in the room. We did not really do much today went back to the room after we had found a laundry for our clothes and then I cooked both me and Beebs a lovely chicken sunday dinner with potaoes and carrots and even found some stuff so that I could make Gravy sorry not much to say but we where so tired and just wanted to chill out.

... follow suit and to catch up with me, just as we approached the busy beach.

After an afternoon at the beach, we returned to the yacht and sailed into the Harbor at Rovinj. We moored stern to at the mouth of the northern marina and took the short walk around the harbor to the old town out on an oval peninsula with a church on top. We found a place to eat dinner and then returned to the yacht for the night.

... when we have some more money thats the good thing though about travelling is that you can just decide to go somewhere or not.

We did actually have to get off in the main venice station to change to get to Trieste which is the furthest point that we can get to before we had to get a bus to Croatia. It was fun on the bus the driver was playing this funny music it was like chas and dave does Croatian music Ian had to put ...

... and I joined Mauro at his favorite restaurant and ordered a typical Croatian lunch. Grilled vegetable, grilled fish, calamari and of course beer. We watched a class of young sailors practicing in the bay right in next to our table. He told us many Italians come to Croatia for the food.

Mauro told us how he grew up in this small town and now is an English professor at a local college. His only ...

... the main harbor. It looks much like an old Italian fishing village, with the same stucco homes, window shutters, flowerboxes, and simple wooden fishing boats.

The hilltop church of Saint Euphemia can be seen for miles, and overlooks the water and nearby islands. Legend says the sarcophogus of St. Euphemia floated onshore in Rovinj after ...

... rarely, they'll have a sarcophagus made of stone or glass. But here there were four entire mummified bodies, laid out with the trappings of their orders: two bishops, with their mitres and their crooks, and two Franciscan monks, all laid out in stacked glass cases, with more partial mummies and bone fragments stacked above them. To be honest, I felt bad for them. These people have been dead for centuries, and here they are, restless, put on display for a not-terribly-adoring ...