minutes walk from the sea front. We pitched our tent and befriended a local cheese seller. He was strolling through the campsite selling his cheesey goods and when he discovered that we were British he became fascinated because so few British tourists came to the island (it's mostly Italians and Germans)
. We managed to have a very entertaining conversation in a combination of Italian, Spanish, Coatian and English about Margaret Thatcher, Monica Lewinsky and Bill Clinton as well as him trying to find out about all the different places we had visited. When he left we felt we should have bought all his cheese even though we had no use for it just because he was such a fun and lovely man. Feeling more relaxed and ready for food we headed out along the sea front in search of dinner and a nice walk takng in the feel of the town. On our way back, little did we know that we were about to experience one of Baska's traditional evening megastorms. We made it back to the tent just in time before the heavens opened on us for a couple of hours with full on lightening and thunder echoing around the mountains that surrounded us.
After a couple more days in Zadar enjoying the beautifully clear sea, playing water frisbee and playing with an incredibly cute stray black kitten we headed off to see what the island of Krk had to offer. Bored of just driving down motorways we took the scenic route up the coast, surrounded by stunning mountain scenery on one side and the gorgeous blue adriatic sea on the other. It was a truly breath taking, and slow drive along the winding coast road but by early evening we arrived at our next stop, the town of Baska on Krk island. Baska is an incredibly romantic looking town. It is the last place accessible by road on the island and is hidden away in a little bay and was undoubtedly a former fishing town before the tourist hoardes invaded many years ago. We managed to get lucky again and found a fab campsite only a couple of