Travel Blogs from Krilo
... Mum stopped him. Did you know that fire salamanders have poison glands in their skin, and can release a neurotoxin that can cause convulsions and possibly death- oh dear.
When we left the apartment the owner, a very nice fellow, gave us some honey from the region, a fridge magnet souvenir and soap- how nice ;)
Što ima novog? (What's new?)
This is Callum reporting from Croatia
... people went more than once I am sure could figure out that you didn’t have to pay if you didn’t want to. (But then you couldn’t take the train or bus. But when you take into consideration the number of people that visit each day (tens of thousands literally) and the cost of 20Euro per person; the amount of money they are raking in is phenomenal. I clearly need to own my own national park.
The thing that amazed me was the signs everywhere (and online) ...
... He spent the majority of the time serving
us abusing his boss in English, which, luckily for Tom, his boss doesn’t speak.
While we were eating there, his boss was having a music video of himself
singing filmed in the restaurant. We were privy to his singing ability, and let
me tell you, it wasn’t recording worthy. While we ate, he also bullied and
taunted a gypsy woman, and generally made an **** of himself. As we wanted a
Left Lovran at 9 and took the coast road for the scenery. There was a traffic jam that held us up at the start of the coastal drive. The road followed the Sid elf the hill with sweeping views of the Adriatic and the islands. Sme of the islands are very bare. There are lots of small towns and camping grounds on the waters edge. Lots of holidaymakers. It started raining as we headed north to the A1. Excellent road with nice rural scenery of farms and ...
... this point night had fallen and we had been on the road for about five hours already. Only the thought of finally getting off the road and having a cold Pivo kept me going behind the wheel. And of course, the encouragement and neck massages from Steph! Lord knows the Croatian radio wasn't going to do it (the music was pretty dreadful) and so Steph fired up her laptop and we ended up listening to Philip Glass' Glassworks a few times through.
We were ...