After a disturbed night of sleep we decided to move on. Paying our bill was interesting. The queue was long and it took a while to get to the front of it. Eventually though the files were taken out, the plastic wallets removed. The paperwork taken out of the files and we came to the paying up bit. 145.50 kuna for one night stay.
Once paid we could be on our way on what should have been a hop, skip and a jump for Suzy. What we hadn’t bargained for were the butt clenching roads we would encounter which would take us through the mountains.
As the rain fell the roads became greasier and Suzy slithered and slided all over them trying to get traction. Her grip was compromised in the wet weather on the hilly terrain. But first things first a trip to the local Lidl. Not a very good experience as I couldn’t find much to buy. A lettuce, some cheese and ham and a couple of croisants and cokes and that was it. It took as long to get through the till as it did to pay our campsite bill. I do miss Le Clerc supermarkets
when I am in other countries .
Our journey started along the dual carriageway to Split which is road number 8. That sounds very communist. After negotiating the urban sprawl that was Split we rose steeply on the E71 heading for the A1 motorway. . Our journey would take us from Dugopolje where we picked up our toll ticket. We travelled along the motorway to Sestanovac where we paid 25 kuna to a lovely smiling man who took our money.
The roads became distinctly iffy after that as we travelled though the grey and pink coloured karst limestone high mountains towards the coastal road. Seriously butt clenching driving country as the roads had nothing in the way of safety barriers and had steep drop offs ready to claim careless drivers who made mistakes. The tree line petered out and we passed signs for bears and wolves again. All the towns seemed similar very utilitarian and functional in design. Rows of grey flats, the odd shop, a campanile bell tower or two and cafes and restaurants.
We eventually approached the coast road which was no better and consisted of steep ascents and descents clinging to the hillside. More
butt clenching stuff. Twisting all the time between the cliffs and the sea.
The only major town that we passed through was Makarska before we eventually arrived a the small Camping Vita another ACSI site at Zaostog. It was a friendly campsite and whilst it was out of season we were made very welcome and told that we could park up and go and register later. There was plenty of room and even by the end of the day the campsite was still fairly empty. We found the usual reception manned by a friendly lady, good clean and tidy shower and look blocks filled with flowers .
We were next to the church which rang the hours although the clock told the wrong time. It went a bit mad at 8 o clock which must have been the call to prayer. .
The shops were all closed as it was out of season but I guess that in the height of summer they would be a hive of activity. Palm trees adorned the promenade and a small bar was doing a good trade. Fishermen stood on the pier talking and catching fish. We spent the early evening watching a glorious sunset and before bed met a delightful Dutch couple. He from the north of the country and she a retired school teacher who came from Breda. They were grandparents and told us all about their families and how they both volunteered to work with the elderly since their retirements.
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