14. Apr, 2016


FRIDAY 15-5-15

The weather today has not been as warm nor as sunny, which is absolutely typical. We had planned to travel back down the road for about 50 miles so that Rosina can get a better photo opportunity of the coastline as she will be right next to the crash barrier and the long drop down should we lurch too far to the right.

The Chef popped to the local supermarket for some fresh bread before paying our fees to the campsite. She came back saying that it had been an expensive stay. We'd had to pay €7 a night supplement on top of the fixed €16 nightly fee. She wasn't too sure what it was for, but thinks it was because we were on a better pitch with a sea view, rather than in the Long-term traveller area.

All rather naughty, but as a tourist you have to expect to get screwed by some people, the payback is in reviewing the campground on various websites and ensuring others that follow will either be aware of the sting or avoid the campground all together.

Back south we went along the coastal road. The Chef was using her weapon of choice. The compact camera which is kept up the front with us in the glove compartment rather than the bigger and heavier SLR.

Whenever I got the chance I would pull in to a lay-by for a few pictures, otherwise it was about enjoying the landscape driving along the twisting and turning road, with my accomplice snapping away out of her open side window.

There were an awful lot of bikers on the road today, travelling in both directions, but predominantly coming up behind us. At one point we'd had to slow right down and stop for traffic lights ahead of us, behind me were a bunch of bikers before one of them overtook me, only to discover that the reason I was a bit slow away was because I was letting a car in from a side turning, which then left the biker out in the middle of the road for a dangerous few seconds with a blind, sharp, hairpin bend ahead. After that act of stupidity I did nothing to help the rest of the Frankfurt Chapter get past me.

As we got closer to the turning up to Mostar we knew it was time to turn around. Having done so we pulled in to a lay-by for lunch. The Chef began rustling up 'the usual' - sandwiches made with fresh crusty bread if possible, crisps, low salt if possible, and a nice cold drink of orange juice, all served using disposable plates and cups, which then get thrown away avoiding  the need to either wash up or leave the dirty bits loose in the sink whilst we continue with the journey.

While she was making her daily contribution to the team effort I walked back up the road to take a couple of photographs and a video shot of the beach and community below. On the way back from a bit of a hike up the road I spotted some concrete steps leading to the beach, so down them I went. At the bottom, and to my left were a couple of nudists sunbathing. Why do they do that? Haven't they heard about the risks of skin cancer?

 I looked away before taking a few shots ahead and to my right. Yet at the same time I wanted to take a shot of the view to my left where the nudists were. I was after all in a public place, but I felt it was rather like wearing a thong weaved out of wire wool, or going down to the 'Fiddlers Arms'  for a pint of beer with Rolf Harris - you know you could, but it would feel rather uncomfortable to do so.

After 'the usual' we continued heading north, past Split, and onward on roads, frankly, not as nice as we'd enjoyed further south. Having had about enough for the day we referred to the ACSI book for another discounted campsite. With an out-of-date Satnav it is proving easier to put the latitude and longitude of a location in to it. So having gone to the trouble of doing so for a campground ahead of us I pressed 'GO' and pulled out of the lay-by. I was immediately told to make a 'U' turn - I'd selected a campground we'd already passed!

I asked The Chef to look in the book for a campground somewhere ahead of us, having done so she called out the co-ordinates which I punched in whilst driving along a winding road. A silly thing to do on reflection.

Camping Adriatic at Primosten (GPS: N43.603375 E15.921001) is where we've finished up. We've already been told that there are supplements to the €16 per night discounted rate, but we're not sure what they are.

Having sat at the laptop and downloaded all of The Chef’s pictures I am able to confirm that we are now in possession of what must surely be the most exhaustive collection of blurred-trees-and-bushes-in-foreground- with- water-or-buildings-of-some-sort-in-the-background in Croatia.

There's always tomorrow................