Brac and Bol ….. ain’t noise pollution

Actually Brac is pronounced closer to ‘Bratch’ however Pam and I have been singing the AC/DC song with misplaced lyrics for well over a fortnight before we find this out. ‘Bratch’ doesn’t fit the rhyme and rhythm so we are letting it slide. Brac is one of the larger islands in the archipelago spread along…

Split

Eager to greet the new day in a new town we wake early. Outside Split is already making us feel welcome, crisp clean air under bright blue skies. We purchase a few days worth of fresh fruit and half a kilo of local dried figs in the farmers market that lies between the nearby Riva…

Zadar – Last Days

One of the glories of traveling in the slow relaxed manner that Pam and I have adopted is never having to feel rushed or constrained by time. Only on rare days where we have action that needs to be co-ordinated with third parties such as buses, airlines or (in the case of Plitvice Lakes National…

Winter Wonderland

The lovely Lidia, a good friend of Pam and Lexi, who is of Croatian descent, has advised us to not miss the Plitvice Lakes National Park. We had approached the tourist information office and been advised the highway to the park was closed for two days because of wind. We did not get much of…

The Siren still sings

The skies are still low, grey and forbidding when we rise. Our plan for today is to see the many historic buildings in the old Zadar city as well as walk around the parklands between the Five Wells area and the newer parts of Zadar. Our walk commences at the Zadar Museum of Glass which…

Siren of the Adriatic – Zadar

My relief as the turbo-prop plane touches down in the dark morning is palpable. The flight has been loud and bumpy. Pam’s right hand still bears the crush marks. There are four passengers alighting at Zadar, we scamper across the chilly tarmac and enter the terminal. So far we have been what I feel is…

Pula

The sun is very low on the horizon as we sit on the steps in front of the apartment building waiting for the arrival of the landlord to let us in. He soon arrives, introduces himself and shakes our hands. We are upstairs taking off our packs in the apartment which has a kitchenette, good…

What becomes of the broken hearted?

The bus we intend to take to Pula does not leave until 12:30pm and Pam intends to make use of our last morning in Zagreb by visiting the strangely titled ‘Museum of Broken Relationships’ which opens at 9:00am. We must also pick up our laundry and pack our bags before catching the tram to the…

Samobor

The lovely girl who had ushered us into the apartment lives in the apartment next door with her mother. We had met her mother a couple of days earlier, she is a friendly enthusiastic person who when hearing we were going to visit Samobor told us that ‘she comes from Samobor and she would like…

Are we done yet?

Since touching down in Zagreb it has become chillingly obvious to us both that we are ill prepared for the coming winter months. The time to take action to remedy this situation is now. Pam’s work life for the previous fifteen years has involved going into shopping centers and malls on a professional basis and…