My word what a dreadful day this has been.
First we left Dubrovnik and backtracked about five miles, two of which were through Dubrovnik itself. We were on our way to a supermarket back down the road which we spotted on our way in to Dubrovnik. Once there
The Chef popped in and got the bits we needed while I stayed with the vehicle, in case where I had parked caused somebody a problem.
That done it was back towards Dubrovnik, but
rather than go in to the town we bypassed it and crossed the very impressive road bridge.
The plan was to make our way along the coastal road towards Omis whilst enjoying the views
of the Dalmatian coastline along the way. We hadn't been gone too many miles before we were caught in a long and almost stationary traffic jam. It was so slow I kept turning the engine off to save a bit of fuel. When we finally reached the front it was
nothing more than some idiot having put his small van in to the wall. Nothing major, yet the police were incapable of traffic control to ensure the traffic moved in both directions equally.
finally clear of that we were held up by an old Hymer motorhome towing a trailer with a motorbike on it, registered in the Netherlands. He made no effort at all to assist other vehicles to get past him which of course makes for irritated drivers
who then often make careless mistakes with their driving. We didn't shake him off until we got to the Bosnia and Herzegovina border. This is a stretch of their country about twenty miles wide which we have to pass through, before re-entering Croatia.
We cleared the border before him and were away.
Luckily we found ourselves on a new stretch of toll road which helped us eat up a few miles in a more relaxed way. There were very few vehicles
on the toll road and we wondered if it was because of the charges. Croatia has been the most expensive country we've passed though on this trip and we were worried that the charges on the road might be horrendous.
Time was getting on and we needed to find somewhere to pull over for lunch. Unfortunately there were very few lay-by's. Eventually we came across the Croatian version of a Truckstop. By now it was about 13:30 and it was really
hot, but there was nothing we could do about it.
Fed and watered we were back on the road. The satnav had been given the GPS co-ordinates for Camping Galeb at Omis, a campsite
we stayed at three years ago. Although there was clear signage above the exit for Omis and other destinations the satnav took us along just one more exit, leaving us to struggle down from the mountains on a dreadful winding, narrow road, where I had
to peep my horn in a few places in case there was something coming the other way. I think the satnav realises there is a reducing number of opportunities to mess us about on this trip, and so is trying to get in as many as it can in the time remaining.
On arrival at Camping Galeb The Chef popped in to Reception to book us in for two or three nights. Out she came to inform me that we had to find a pitch in Zone 'B', so I locked up and off
we went. My word the campsite was busy, it was almost deserted the last time we were here. As we walked down the road between two lines of pitches I noticed one or two familiar faces, then more. Bugger me- it was only most of our previous neighbours
from the German circus which had left Dubrovnik this morning the same as us. Obviously they didn't go shopping, and used the toll road for the whole journey, thus avoiding the long traffic jam.
We picked a pitch number, B6 and returned to Reception to claim it. Too bad it was already booked, presumably for a late arrival from the German circus. That was it for me, the place was heaving. We decided to make a our way along the coast to Split
itself and see if we could find somewhere. I checked the Camperstop book and there looked to be one, and so I punched in the co-ordinates, only to find on our arrival it was a campsite I had been in communication with months ago with a view to our staying
there during or Split visit, to be told that at this time of year they will not accept less than a five-night stay. Anyhow, we were there and so may as well ask. We were told they are very busy but there may be space down at the bottom near the tents,
and there might not be any electricity. So once again I locked up and we walked through the campsite. It went on and on. I didn't realise they had campsites so big. It was my idea of hell. In the end we gave up walking towards the tents however much further
ahead they lay, and returned to the vehicle fired it up and left.
Now we were going to continue along the coastal road keeping an eye out for any suitable campsite along the way. We did pass
a few but they looked both full and scruffy, so I kept going. We agreed to carry on along the coastal road until we got to Srbenik when we'd get on to the toll road again.
it was, and here we are - on a Croatian Truckstop with no trucks having joined us so far, though there a half a dozen on the one across the road on the other carriageway.
I've been too frustrated
and fed up to be able to think of a plan 'B' now, as we are not booked in to Venice until the 19th, a week's time. We could contact them and see if we could bring it forward, but I have booked and paid for a tour of the Doge's Palace on the 21st.
The problem is that normally we'd have passed through here a couple of weeks or so ago, but we came away later than usual because we wanted to tie in our journey through Provence in France
with the flowering of the lavender and maybe even the sunflowers. But in doing so it's now biting us on the bum, because everywhere down this part of the world is now very busy with the holiday season.
Hopefully we'll get a good night's sleep here and in the morning we'll come up with a plan 'B', though there'll be no guarantee there will be somewhere for us to park when we get there.