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Published: June 30th 2014
June – 16th
Having spent a few lovely days at Largo di Garda, we moved onto Croatia.
Firstly, we found that we needed to buy a vinette in Solvenia, lying about the size and weight of our van we got away with €15 for a seven day period. Which of course we will have to buy again when we return through the 30km stretch of Solvenia we travel through to access Croatia, making Solvenia the most expense country per km, than anywhere else we have been to!
Starting our Croatia trip at Novigrad where we had been previously was a good call as they had put on a food festival for the tourists. Local fishermen cooking up squid, mussels etc. Wine, traditional music and dancing, not a bad start.
Moving on we moved south of Pula, which is a beautiful area, we stayed on a small informal campsite near Banjole, CampPeskara. We decided to move after a short period as the owners had the habit of leaving their dog out all night, which then barked at anything that moved! We meet a very friendly
Dutch/Kiwi couple who were camped next to us, our dog fell in love with their old female dog, which was kind of sweet.
We have now returned to the Island of Krk, and are at a campsite we were at last year, it has good cycling/walking tracks and is only 500 metres from a lively town. The weather has been very hot 35+, and we have laid around like wet rags, even Alan has sweated…a little.
This campsite is divided into several different types of terrain, you have what we refer to as the desert, an area with no shade at all and gravel hardstand. The formal terraces, which have some shade and are on grass, or the shaded wooded section, which is less formal, higher up on the hill, therefore nearly always has a breeze, which is where we are camped. There are several dogs up here and they have loosely form a small clique and are causing chaos, Bran joins in whenever possible.
As it is so hot we spend the time until it cools a little watching our fellow campers… Many have some interesting habits,
some of which I will share with you now. The first we call ‘pitch envy’, while involves folk waiting till somebody moves off and then a great speed moving articles such as a table or chairs onto the recently vacated pitch in order to secure it for themselves.
Another we have spotted is ‘which pitch’, where by newly arrived folk take 10 minutes to settle onto a pitch, then decide to move to another pitch, following another 10 minutes they may decide to move again or partake in out favourite, ‘pitch manoeuvres’ , which involves swapping the direction of your unit a number of times, this could be for valid reasons, you may not get your satellite up, your awning may not give you enough shade or the electric cable may not reach the socket.
Finally there is ‘pitch invasion’, which means that the second vehicle to arrive parks up so close to the original camper that you could hardly pass a hair between the two. This often leads to bad feeling. Just now I have watched a German camper park so close to another van, however we know that this van contains a
small crying baby, so I guess they’ll be moving first thing in the morning.
Alan decided a long time ago that the easiest thing to do was to let me decide, therefore there are no arguments as to which way we go onto a pitch, if we get it wrong, it’s always my fault! And we rarely swap a pitch as we are often only there for a short period so what does it matter.
Following a fellow campers tip we went to the small village of Drage and stayed at an excellent campsite right on the Med. which was full of Germans avidly following their team in the world cup. Alan had the last laugh when a friendly German neighbour came round to gloat on Englands demise, Alan quickly took him to our Scotland sticker on the number-plate and asked how concerned the neighbour was about Belgiums progress. Don’t care was the Germans reply, exactly how I feel about England said Alan. Our neighbour got the point and went of chortling Scotland, Scotland Dumkoff!
We have finally arrived at our furthest planned destination at Seget Vranjica near the
town of Trogir. Abby and Ewan have joined us, staying at an apartment close by. The weather is a mixture of warm but not too hot interspersed with some occasional violent storms. One such storm produced a hailstorm which was ferocious in its intensity and size of ice stones. Most of the cars and caravans in the campsite suffered severe damage and many tents were ripped to shreds, motorhomes fared a bit better with their more robust construction, however many including our own had damaged or even holed roof vents. Bran went a bit loopy as the noise inside the van was shocking, probably just as well we were with him at the time.
Liz and Abby have now left to go off on their training yacht for a weeks sailing, so nothing much for me and Ewan to do except lie in the sun, swim in the sea, drink cold beer and watch the football/ tennis. Tough life!
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