The live band down at the beach or across at the hotel finished performing at about 23:00, which
was fine, young folk get a bit of entertainment and we get to sleep at a reasonable hour. Actually they weren't a bad band to listen to.
We both slept well and awoke early, due in some large
part I'm sure to having gained an hour since leaving Greece.
Up and scrubbed I did some hand washing as I like to keep on top of things. My wardrobe contains plastic boxes which fit on the
shelves and contain items ready for use. I carry five of everything, be it pants, vests, T shirts, pairs of socks, short sleeved shirts, long sleeved shirts etc. Once I get down to only two of anything left I know I need to get on top of things before I run
It was obvious even early on that today was going to be a real scorcher, and so I just laid the items across my easy chair to dry in the sun while we went back in to Dubrovnik City.
We went to Reception for our bus tickets. In front of us was a couple who told the staff that they had been there before last year, but today they just wanted to park their car and caravan until 18:00
as they had a ferry to catch down in the port.
In order to pop in to Reception to make the request they had parked up in the 'Late Arrivals' parking area, away from Reception. In the end
they had to pay a full days campsite fees because they kept digging themselves a hole. I said to The Chef while we stood there "How stupid are these people?" They were already parked up, all they had to do was walk away from the vehicle, job done.
We were soon on a bus heading for the city, though this one was full before we got on, and it had only started its journey up the road at the hotel complex. For the whole journey the bus kept stopping
and more people tried to cram themselves in to the available space.
On arrival went for a wander around, and I noticed the staging from last night's children's performance had already been
dismantled and removed.
After a while it was starting to feel rather hot and so we decided to have a drink, do a bit of people watching then make our way back to the campsite to try and escape
the heat of the afternoon sun.
When the bill came for just one large beer and one not very large coffee - the equivalent of nineteen pounds. On returning for lunch we passed the off-site
campsite restaurant, looked at their menu and decided to eat there instead, which would save us the hassle of going back in to the city later this evening.
During this trip we've had two
or three Dutch travelling circus's and one German invasion, but today it was the turn of a Brit circus to come to town. And what an entertaining performance it was. There were, we reckon, fifteen of them, a mixture of motorhomes and caravans, though predominantly
motorhomes. It was heartbreaking to watch these people trying to organise themselves. One motorhome (number 5 - they all had numbers on their rears) kept touring round and round trying to find a pitch, while number six was trying to get parked on the
row behind us, only to then discover once finally parked that there wasn't an available hook-up socket in the junction box. Then there was a group huddle to discuss the crisis, with one or two coming to take a closer look at the box and have a count up of
leads going in to it. I told The Chef I couldn't take my eyes off them because if they started to get above themselves and start removing existing plugs then the shit really would hit the fan.
tell you it made me feel ashamed to be a British motorhomer. What a shower, it was like something out of 'Dad's Army'.
This afternoon it was 33.8˚C in the shade within the motorhome, and
over 40˚C in the sun. We're melting even with the hovercraft engine fanning cooling air. At 18:00 it was still about the same temperatures.
Before going down the road this evening I
went for a nice cooling, cleaning shower, what a treat it was, I felt so much better afterwards.
Our meal was pretty straightforward - a steak for The Chef, BBQ ribs and chips for me, plus
three glasses of wine - €46.60, about £41, plus a tip. I suppose that's about the going rate these days, and would certainly have been cheaper than dragging ourselves back in to the city this evening.
Tomorrow we leave Camping Solitudo here in Dubrovnik. Firstly we are going back down the road a few miles to a large supermarket we spotted down in a community off the coastal road. Then we'll be making our way to Omis,
somewhere we've stopped before, though this time we'll be using it as a base to enable us to catch a bus further up the coast to Split which is supposed to be rather nice. There is a campsite there but at this time of year they insist on a minimum
five-night stay. So that's their loss.
There are two possible ways of getting there and I'll let The Chef decide which way we go come the morning.
So from us and all of those
clowns in the Brit travelling circus - Hi-de-Hi!!