After yet another bus, our last stop in Croatia was Rovinj, in the far north of the country on the western coast of the Istrian peninsula. It is technically bilingual, with both Croatian and Italian spoken. The old town is situated on a small peninsula, so is largely surrounded by water. This was a lovely little place to spend a few days. It is a bit touristy, but we were staying out of the old town area, so it was actually quite peaceful. Continue reading Rovinj, Croatia
Before we came away I knew nothing of Plitvice National Park. Had never even heard of it (probably more of a reflection of my lack of research to be honest though). It is only since being in this corner of the world that I realise it is a must see place. Having now visited, I see why. It is stunning. The water is so clear, the fish seem like they are floating in air not swimming below the surface. And the colour is nothing short of incredible. Continue reading The stunning beauty of Plitvice Lakes National Park
After another two nights in Split with Dash (again, not a fan of Split, so I was happy to be heading on somewhere else), we made our way to Zadar for a few nights. So while Split = shit, Zadar = rad-er. Continue reading Zadar, Croatia
Brac Island, is one very lovely place. After meeting Dash in Split and spending the night there, we caught the ferry across to the island for a few nights. And I am so glad we did. Split, in my opinion, is a bit, well, shit. Just big, dirty, smelly and trashy. Brac Island, on the other hand, is a gorgeous island with crystal clear blue waters and quaint little towns.
After our short stay in Dubrovnik we headed further north (enjoying the view of the lovely coastline of Croatia along the way). We were meeting Dash in Split, so before that decided to have a few days to relax not far from there. So we found ourselves in Kastel Stari. A small town area just further north/west of Split. It was a quiet little area, which was just what we wanted. We really didn’t do much other than eat ice cream (‘sladoled’ in Croatian, as Ian liked to repeat several thousand times a day), swim and drink cheap Croatian wine. Continue reading Kastel Stari