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Travel Blogs from Opatija
absolutely fresh. We bought half a kilo of anchovies that I spent
some considerable time gutting before cooking them up for tea. The
anchovies, boiled new potatoes, Rocket and tomatoes for tea with a
bottle of local Istrian white.
In the morning we had to air the flat
as well as we could as the fried anchovy smell is difficult to shift
but it was worth it.
... and MC.
I gather there was an Italian
component and groups from Slovenia and all over the former
Yugoslavia. An a'capella group in national costume did really well,
I often find single sex groups lacking the harmonic range we have
come to expect, but this group, (Zora, I think they were named) had
a contralto that really filled in the harmonies well.
The instruments ranged from ...
... line, the security line and had a few minutes to spend our last few Kunas for a coffee. I joined Freddy, sweet Freddy, one of the HF leaders we had in Petravac. He was heading home to his wife Ruth and to do some gardening before his next assignment in 10 days to Rhodes. What a life! The flight was smooth. I had an aisle seat. I much prefer the window and the gal in that seat played solitaire on her iPad all the ...
... had a few narrow street/paths and was charming. Then we had a quite slow amble along a trail leading to Brela, the next town north of Baska Voda. It was overcast, dry, and cooler which are perfect walking conditions. Had our lunch at a new cafe sitting out on a lovely terrace on cushioned chairs, a real comfort compared to limestone rock on a mountain edge. We had a pint and were allowed to eat our own lunch there which we appreciated. ...
... out all the shops that were open. Bought some stuff. The outside cafés spaces were battened down, chairs stacked and tied but patrons could still cram inside the cafe itself. There is a lot of smoking here so all I could smell on the howling wind was cigarette smoke. Yuk! The wind blowing through the masts and rigging of the yachts bobbing in the marina must be what a tornado sounds like. I can only imagine. Have ...