I’m slowly preparing to leave again, heading for Dubrovnik, where I shall meet up with Kathryn for 5 days more fun and frolics – this is such hard work, enjoying myself!
We’re clearing the tent when Patrick picks up a chair cushion to reveal a tiny weeny scorpion hiding underneath. Croatian scorpions are fairly harmless, apparently – but a timely reminder to shake out shoes and clothes before putting them on.
I check out the internet for ferry links and discover I can take a ferry from Krk to Rab and thence to the mainland. This saves backtracking and cuts out a few hills and kilometres. Patrick tells me and I confirm that it is illegal to camp wild in Croatia – on the beach or in meadows. So I opt to head for Autocamp Padova III in Banjol, which will take me half way to the other end of Rab and the ferry to take me back to the mainland. Plan is to get another ferry from Split to Dubrovnik – the fast foot ferry – a catamaran (I’m hoping they’ll let me take the bicycle on board, but I’ve read a cycle-touring blog (good sources for tips and advice) where the guy encountered no problems at all.
I like camping in remote spots far from the madding crowds and preferably with a spectacular view of nature: quiet, unspoilt – and maybe a campfire to gaze into and imagine stories. This is everything Camp Padova is not. Camp Padova has mobile homes and camper vans bumper to bumper, live Abba style pop music blaring from the restaurant area ‘till gone 11pm, and people and lights scaring off any wildlife for miles around – apart from the cute green lizards and ants, lots of ants. There were concrete walls and concrete steps AND the wifi was hopeless. There looked to be an interesting place in the far north of Rab called Camp Zedine I’d have liked to have visited – no cars allowed. But I’m already feeling the pressure of time –
I nearly lost my camera on the ferry – leaving it on the seat next to me – then walking off. (Steve would say “That’s most unlike you!?” in a slightly sarcastic tone). A very kind woman sought me out to return it – which was lovely and I made her a card to thank her. The camera is held together with an elastic band – but it’s still working fine so I would have been very upset to lose it. Also (I think I mentioned) the knitting bag has turned up – Sonja emailed me to say I’d left it in their car when we took Nejc to the Retirement Home for his twice weekly bath. Hopefully I can get them to post it on to me in Turkey.
We’re clearing the tent when Patrick picks up a chair cushion to reveal a tiny weeny scorpion hiding underneath. Croatian scorpions are fairly harmless, apparently – but a timely reminder to shake out shoes and clothes before putting them on.
I check out the internet for ferry links and discover I can take a ferry from Krk to Rab and thence to the mainland. This saves backtracking and cuts out a few hills and kilometres. Patrick tells me and I confirm that it is illegal to camp wild in Croatia – on the beach or in meadows. So I opt to head for Autocamp Padova III in Banjol, which will take me half way to the other end of Rab and the ferry to take me back to the mainland. Plan is to get another ferry from Split to Dubrovnik – the fast foot ferry – a catamaran (I’m hoping they’ll let me take the bicycle on board, but I’ve read a cycle-touring blog (good sources for tips and advice) where the guy encountered no problems at all.
I like camping in remote spots far from the madding crowds and preferably with a spectacular view of nature: quiet, unspoilt – and maybe a campfire to gaze into and imagine stories. This is everything Camp Padova is not. Camp Padova has mobile homes and camper vans bumper to bumper, live Abba style pop music blaring from the restaurant area ‘till gone 11pm, and people and lights scaring off any wildlife for miles around – apart from the cute green lizards and ants, lots of ants. There were concrete walls and concrete steps AND the wifi was hopeless. There looked to be an interesting place in the far north of Rab called Camp Zedine I’d have liked to have visited – no cars allowed. But I’m already feeling the pressure of time –
I nearly lost my camera on the ferry – leaving it on the seat next to me – then walking off. (Steve would say “That’s most unlike you!?” in a slightly sarcastic tone). A very kind woman sought me out to return it – which was lovely and I made her a card to thank her. The camera is held together with an elastic band – but it’s still working fine so I would have been very upset to lose it. Also (I think I mentioned) the knitting bag has turned up – Sonja emailed me to say I’d left it in their car when we took Nejc to the Retirement Home for his twice weekly bath. Hopefully I can get them to post it on to me in Turkey.
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