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| Another Fine Day In Sibuljina |
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| Sibuljina Fisherman |
Getting
Mabel ready for the road was becoming slicker each time. This morning we were
ready to go shortly after 9:00. We threaded Mabel through trees to the
motorhome service point, dumped our grey waste and filled with fresh water.
Just as we were finishing we got into conversation with an English couple from
Bury St Edmunds who seem to have spent their whole lives travelling. They
actually met in New Zealand, he was working on the construction of Tekapo power
station and told an interesting story about how the lunchtime meals they cooked
themselves got grander and grander. It culminated one day in roast swan with
all the trimmings after which the foreman told them it had to stop and they
should eat in the canteens like everyone else. Nowadays they spend their
summers touring in a motorhome and the winters backpacking.
Leaving
the camping ground we knew we should be turning left to head northwards up the
coast. However satnav instructed a right turn which Jane made only to be told
shortly afterwards to do a U-turn. Fortunately, we found a lay-by that enabled
us to make the turn without having to unhitch Smarty.
The
road hugged the coastline weaving around lots of bays and coves for most of our
trip. We passed through numerous small settlements as well as some larger ones.
Many were fishing villages with numerous small boats tied up in harbours. The
island of Krk came into view about 10km offshore. We stopped for lunch of
cheese on toast in a layby overlooking the island. It was a beautiful day with
the temperature in the low 20s and the sea was like a millpond.
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| Reflective Fisherwoman |
Here's some of the views we saw along the way:
About
an hour after first seeing Krk, and approximately 3½ hours after setting off, the
two graceful arch bridges linking Krk to the mainland via a small island came
into view. To reach Krk we left the coast road and the off ramp took us down to
a roundabout that seemed to have been designed by Escher having a bad day. The roundabout consisted
of two interwoven spirals separated by a concrete wall. We got about half way
round the roundabout seeking to turn left to Krk when we realised we needed to
be on the outer spiral. We were trapped on the inner by the dividing wall and
had to do another circuit of the roundabout before we could escape its
clutches.
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| Bridges Linking Krk (on left) To The Mainland |
We
paid a toll of 81Kn at the toll station on the mainland, crossed the bridges
and drove south down the island. Following satnav’s directions on the outskirts
of Krk town we were surprised when it announced we had reached our destination
which to all the world looked like a private house, probably because it was.
Two women standing talking nearby put us right and we found the camping ground
about a kilometre away.
Autokamp
Jezevac’s reception would put most hotels to shame. Very modern with very
efficient staff. I was allocated a pitch not far from the sea that the receptionist
was sure I would like, but if not I could pick another and just let her know.
The camping ground was absolutely enormous and very busy with mainly German
registered motorhomes and caravans. Our pitch was on a corner, a bit on the
small side, but perfectly adequate. We had to stop unhitching Smarty while a
group of German men took photographs and asked questions – the usual how does
Smarty steer but also how fast could we travel towing Smarty?
We
set up camp under a large pine tree and put out the awning and our large table.
We played a couple of games of Bananagrams that Jane won and attempted a few
trivia quizzes averaging about 10/15. Dinner was the remainder of the curry I
had cooked previously.
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| Today's Trip (185km) |
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