Dubrovnicking It

Author’s note:  This post covers the day of July 28^th.  I wrote it while on the airplane flying to Cologne, Germany on the 29^th.

Yesterday was an early start, getting back to our tradition of previous days.  We got up at 6:30 so that we could catch a ride with Vincent, the son of owner of the house, into town.  He works as a beverages sales rep to hotels and bars in the area.  He dropped us off in front of the Pile Gate at around 8.

We went straight to buy tickets for the walk around the city walls, which was a good choice, because by the time we finished at 10, the line for tickets was close to 100 people long.

The city is beautiful, all construction is in the same style because an earthquake destroyed the city in the 16^th century (I think, don’t quote me on that date).  The city is incredibly fortified, belying centuries of trying to exist peacefully on the coast while larger empires sought to include them in a territorial expansion.

After walking around the city’s walls, we walked through the city streets, which was nice because it was getting quite hot, and the shade was far more plentiful in the narrow streets.  There are no motor vehicles allowed inside the old town, so it makes for a very enjoyable place to walk around, even though it’s quite obvious that this is a part of town that exists solely for tourist dollars and euros.

We then went into the War Photo Limited museum, which has a permanent exhibition on the killings in Bosnia, and a rotating exhibition, which at the moment happened to be about Srebernica (spelling?).  So, we certainly learned quite a bit about the war in the Balkans and the tragedies that occurred.

After the museum we snagged a quick lunch.  Prosciutto-type ham and cheese sandwiches on some really great homemade bread.

After lunch we went to ride the cable car up to the top of Mount Srd, which overlooks the city.  The ride wasn’t that great as we got stuck in the middle and had no views, but the vistas from the top were amazing.  We hung out there, finding new viewing points, and just admiring the scenery for a long time.

Then we headed back down in the cable car and walked around the city for a bit more.  We went to the tourist office to figure out what bus to take to get back in the evening.  We grabbed ice cream.  Then we took a rest in an Irish bar to watch some Olympics, women’s team handball Croatia-Brazil and the cycling road race.

We then went to have dinner at the top-recommended restaurant in Lonely Planet.  It was very good.  I’m not sure if it beat that lunch in Porec, but it was close.  This restaurant is run by two women, one chef and one waitress.  And its kitchen is completely open and looks just like a kitchen you would have in your house.  No fancy appliances, no crazy chef secrets here.  We chose to just get a bunch of different small dishes: ceviche; lamb in honey and lavender; squids filled with ham, wine, and lemon; salmon carpaccio; beef tartar; and monkfish wrapped in bacon.  All good.  And a wine called a Posin, I think, from the island of Corcula nearby.  We ended with dessert.  Smith chose the crème Dubrovnik style and I opted for the chocolate soufflé.  Smith’s was good, but I think I chose correctly there.

We left dinner at 7 and found our way to two recommended bars that sit on the rocks just outside the city walls overlooking the Adriatic.  We chose the one that had more space and sat there drinking beers as the light dimmed.  We couldn’t see the sun set because it was hidden behind a tower on the city wall, but it was a nice way to end the day nonetheless.

As darkness was falling we walked to the bus station and took a pair of busses to get back to the house we stayed at in Zaton.  I then had to pack up, while Smith caught a ride with the owner of the house to go to an ATM because they wouldn’t take Visa.  By 11 I’d finished packing and we ran down to the water to go swimming one last time.

And so the day ended.  It feels like it was the end of the trip because everything else is finding my way home.  But we do have a little epilogue in Cologne to look forward to…

Finally on Vacation

Author’s note:  This post covers the day of July 27^th.  I wrote it while on the plane flying to Cologne, Germany on July 29^th.

Friday was a beautiful day.  We could sleep as late as we wanted.  We had nowhere to get to by sundown.  But of course I woke up early because my body was used to it.  I went to use the bathroom, came back, and my watch alarm started going off.  I had forgot to turn it off, but I was waking up automatically at 7 anyways.

I grabbed my computer and enjoyed the fastest and most consistent internet connection I’ve had since I left home.  I wanted to go outside, but my laptop battery was dead, so I was tethered to the outlet.  I did admire the view out of our window and snapped a few pictures.  We went to breakfast at around 9:30.  Then I sat down to write, write, write.  I posted a couple days on the blog before heading down to the beach to join Smith.  The water is cool and clear.  You can see the bottom even though it takes quite an effort to touch the bottom.  The scenery is beautiful.  We had our own private area for guests of the house we were staying in.  The only complaint is the rocky beach makes walking around a little uncomfortable.  But all in all it’s a paradise.  I have a very strong feeling that I will be back to that exact spot again.  The house is beautiful, the owners are nice, it’s one bus stop away from Dubrovnik, it’s amazing.

After a while, I went back to the hotel.  I was just about to leave to meet Smith at one of the two beachside restaurants for lunch when the owner of our house brought me a huge plate of bread and cheese with olive oil.  I couldn’t say no, and it was delicious besides, so I ate it, then met Smith for lunch.  I couldn’t finish my seafood pizza, but Smith had no trouble with his array of seafood.  The mussels were especially good.  Very fresh, still bursting with juices, not the dried up tiny piece of meat in a big shell you usually get.

After lunch, I did a little more blogging on the terrace, then went down to our private beach area for more swimming and sun.  I remember being the most relaxed I’ve been in a long time while stretched out under the late afternoon sun.  Smith joined later.  Then we went to dinner at the other beachside restaurant.  We ate squid risotto and some grilled meats (pork and a Croatian dish called cevapcici).  We finished off two 1 liter bottles of wine and had a couple shots of rakija, a homebrewed liquor, while the sun set.

We went back to the hotel after dark and drank some more rakija that we had bought at the grocery store in Split and watched a bit of the Olympic opening ceremony.  It seemed an expected disappointment to me.

Then, drunk, happy, and relaxed, we went to bed.  I’ve had so much fun on my adventure, but this was the first day that I really felt like I was on vacation.

The Tenth Country of the Trip

Author’s note:  This post cover the day of July 26^th.  I wrote it while in the airport waiting to fly to Cologne, Germany on July 29^th.

Thursday was another early start for us.  We woke up at 7, checked out, dropped off our bags in the car, and fed the parking machine.  The hotel staff didn’t have correct change for us, and we refused to give up what change we had because we needed it for parking.  I swear, the Croatian government just needs to mint more coins because nobody has them, and when they get them they hoard them.

We then walked to the morning market.  We looked around for a bit, but mostly saw just fruit stands.  We bought some pastries for breakfast, a couple peaches, and I got the most amazing blackberries I’ve ever eaten.  They were so plump and perfect, and you didn’t even have to bite down on them, just press it between your tongue and the roof of your mouth and they just burst into a hundred little capsules of sweetsourtartness.  Amazing.

We then walked back to the car and started our drive to Krka National Park.  Around 10 AM, as we were getting close to the park, we saw signs for free parking, so we started to pull in, only to see the fine print on the sign that it was free only for patrons of some restaurant.  Well, we were already in the parking lot, so we figured, screw it, I guess they swindled another pair of tourists.  So we paid our 30 kuna (5 bucks) and walked down into the town and caught a bus across the lake to get the park.

This park is every bit as big as Plitvice, but we didn’t feel like walking around taking a ton of pictures.  Instead, we stopped at the first waterfall we came too and jumped in the water.  No swimming is allowed at Plitvice, and this is the only waterfall where you’re allowed to swim at Krka, so as the day went on it started to get a little crowded.  But it was still a lot of fun.  You can’t go under the big waterfall, but we did play in the smaller ones.  Smith explored some cave, I read and relaxed in the sun.  It was a lot of fun.

Around noon we ate lunch at a café there and then got back on the boat to head out.  Getting back to the car around 1, we drove to Split.  We arrived there sometime around 2:30, parked and with a little confusion, managed to navigate our way to Diocletian’s Palace.

Diocletian’s Palace is not really a palace, but rather the old monarchy complex of housing, religious, and official buildings that over the centuries was slowly morphed into just the center of town.  Very tiny alleys everywhere.  You never can tell what will be in the next building.  a tourist attraction?  a small market?  an apartment?  bank offices?

So we tooled around there for a bit.  Explored alleyways.  Browsed the market.  Saw the old buildings.  Didn’t pay the fees to go inside.

We figured we had finished there and looked in the guide book to see if there was anything else to do in Split, but couldn’t find anything else that really looked interesting.  So, we grabbed some ice cream, mine tasted exactly like a cappuccino, it was awesome.  Then we walked back to the car and found a café with internet so we could find directions to get to the place we would be staying at near Dubrovnik.

We left the café at around 5:30.  Then the trouble started.  We were headed to the highway, but tried to make a stop at a supermarket.  We took one wrong turn and suddenly couldn’t get back there.  We got stuck in a neighborhood with only one way in, and one way out and had to turn around to go back.  Then it happened again.  Finally, sometime around 6:30 we managed to make it to a supermarket, but not the one we had originally intended to go to.  Finally, thankfully, we were allowed by the gods to leave Split.We were told the drive would take between 2 and 3 hours, but it ended up taking just over 4.  Apparently, by following Google’s directions it added a lot of time to the drive because it kept us on the 8, their highway along the coast.  It was incredibly beautiful, rivaling the coast of California and doing its best to try to compete with the Great Ocean Road in Australia.  I remember that we were driving through so many beautiful beachside towns when we cut over the mountains on our left and away from the sea.  I figured that was the end of the scenery, but then we emerged above some deep blue lakes that seemed almost more heavenly.  But the traffic was slow, and when darkness fell, the trip became a lot less scenic.

Then we passed through Bosnia.  It was the 10^th country I’ve been in on this trip.  Brazil, US, Germany, Holland, Belgium, Austria, Italy, Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia.  We saw very little, there’s just a strip of land that belongs to Bosnia in between the main portion of Croatia and southern Dalmatia, where Dubrovnik sits.

Even with our directions, it was still very difficult to find the house where we were staying, because they had no signs,  and it was just on a nameless road that touched the highway.  The only reason we found it was because I had spent so much time on their website looking at the pictures and dreaming about going there.  We knew we were in Zaton and we passed by a small cove that looked really familiar.  So we stopped and parked our car there.  Then we walked up and down the street until I saw a house that looked familiar.  We walked in, and were greeted with a question, “Brian and Brian?”

So, we made it alright, sometime around 11.  We had a beer with the son of the owner and relaxed on the terrace watching the moonlight reflect of the bay below.  We had finally made it to our last destination.  We would finally be spending consecutive nights in the same place.  It felt good.