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We drove from Split to Dubrovnik along the coastal highway, liked it so much we decided to drive the coast all the way back to Rovinj with an overnight stay in Zadar. The drive from Dubrovnik to Zadar took six hours or so and the drive north of Zadar to Rovinj was about an hour less.
The southern part of the highway puts Big Sur highway in mind, narrow winding mountain roads with steep drops into oblivion and the sea. ...
we stoped in Pula to say hello to Marco (old business partner of Dide) and it turned out that there was an international hockey tournament taking place in the collesiem (almost 2000 years old) between Croatia and Russia - what a treat.
Finally, made our way down to Metcovic, just in time for one day of sun on the beach, before the rain - forcast for the next couple of days.
More to follow as i need to sign off now as we need to get the car back to Metcovic.
... and steep stairs to the third floor of the building, took off running to the boat. He had no luck. The following morning he tried again by calling the ferry company but they reported no camera had been found. So cursing humankind I resolved to put it behind me and search for a new one when we get to Ljubjlana.
We had to go have a drink to forget the whole sorry ...
... and quiet neighbours and came up with a shortlist of three. Back at reception we were told that they had all been taken. Sensing our frustration he said why not try this one, bring the caravan in, if you don’t like it we’ll have another look. We did so and the allotted pitch, whilst not perfect, was good enough, so we stayed put. A week later we are still here, so it can’t be too ...
... la méditerranée.
Les ruelles de la ville sont étroites, magiques, les pierres au sol sont lisses : mieux vaut marcher pieds nus ! Nous descendons quelques marches pour sortir des rues principales
et nous poser sur les rochers, nous buvons un verre, la mer à nos pieds. Odeurs de friture et de pizzas. Ils parlent Italien, ce qui peut être pratique, mais pas un mot de français.