CROATIA - BOSNIA - CROATIA

Croatia to Bosnia

I did a shop for some vegetables. It is really hard to work all this out so we can press the right button to get the weight and price done ready to go to the checkout. What is the word for onion and which onions? Even cabbage isn’t cabbage. They look like nothing I know

The scenery is interesting with some beautiful sunflower fields with huge flowers.

We have been to what is now Slovenia and Croatia before. Now we want to go straight to Dubrovnik to take a ferry to Italy. Our next few days were a mixture of adventure and misadventure. This may give you a clue.

We decided to drive through Bosnia to Croatia. At the border we got the paperwork for taking Harry through then set off. We have been warned not to approach any buildings especially if they look empty as some homes were boobi trapped when people had to leave their homes during the war years.

The road we start off on is full of maniacal drivers who care nothing about keeping to the correct side. As we drive along,  marble monuments with a lasered photo of the deceased marks road accident spots. This road must be a kamikazi (or what they call it in Bosnian) route.

scenery we pass through is really lovely as the road winds th

It as near lunch time and the spits were being put to good use.

These signs were a little alarming.

 We saw some fabulous scenery and many interesting places. But we were very happy to see the signs for Dubrovnik.

The road to Dubrovnik follows very close to the coast, And I mean close!!! It is really pretty if you can only uncover your eyes and Look!!

and this secluded beach with lounges and a bar can only be reached by boat or a very dicey path.

There are boats everywhere cruising around the islands.

We were very happy to see the signs for Dubrovnik. We settled into the camping park and caught a bus to the harbour to book our ferry to Bari in Italy. We managed to get tickets for the ferry which was leaving the next evening. 

The rest of our stay we walked and climbed in and around the old city along with a million other tourists. These towers were rebuilt after Dubrovnik was bombed.

These towers survived the bombing just like the travel battered tourists in front of it.

The main street inside the town is very wide with lots of small alleys leading off of the streets and every one has at least one restaurant in it.

The town shows some signs of the war. Where the bombing was intense you can now see shiny new roof tiles.

We had lunch in one of the small alleys and asked the waiter about the damage he said the walls are so thick that most were left standing after the bombardment even though you could see what looked like bullet or rocket holes in them.

Looking up to the fort above on top of the range shows how easy it was to bomb the town.

Kevin took the cable car up to the top to visit the museum at the fort which had lots of information about the war.

I stayed in town to take it easy. I found a seat by the fountain and enjoyed people watching.

 This fellow played the most boring music. I think people paid him hoping he would shut
and go home . 

The next fellow tourist looked like he wished he was home.

We booked out of the camping park at 12 noon spent some time taking local buses around while Harry waited in the car park. Around 6 we got into the line for the ferry.

While we were in the line the Audi Club surrounded us. The black and white swirly car was eye catching. So was the driver

Because of our late booking we had reserved reclining seats for our crossing. We found the seats and were then surprised and entertained by the travellers who obviously do this crossing often. We were just remarking about how uncomfortable the seats were and that the arm rest were unmovable when there was a lot of rustling and the huffing and puffing by the others. They were blowing up plastic li lo’s. I wish we had known what they knew and we would have bought 2 also.  

After a few restless hours and sore necks as well as listening to all the snoring we put our blankets on the floor and went to sleep as best we could. I never thought I would envy someone who had a plastic li -lo.

We arrived in Bari with sore backs and necks and set off to travel over country to Naples to go to Pompei and the Amalfi coast.