To say that I’ve only scratched the surface of what Croatia has to offer would be a vast understatement. From the moment I stepped off of that ferry I knew that a week was no where near long enough to take in what this country has to offer. Dubrovnik alone could easily fill a week. I packed it into what felt like one of the longest days of my life.
Immediately upon entering old town we stumbled upon a farmer’s market just setting up for the day. I bought fresh figs, a round of nicely funky cheese and local olive oil in a plastic water bottle.
A typical lunch with some of the items I found above.
After a stop at this picturesque port we climbed the walls for 100 kuna (about $15) and completed the circuit in a couple hours. The walls are said to be the finest in the world and they certainly thr most impressive I’ve ever seen.
Several scenes from the show, Game of Thrones, were filmed right here. I geeked out just a bit.
Just playing it cool. It’s alright, I guess……
The same unbelievable alley from below and above.
With a recommendation from some Canadians we spent several hours at Buza, a cliff side bar with a gated tunnel entrance through the city wall. The rest of our day was spent seeking out some amazing food, like black risotto, a seafood risotto dish turned black from squid ink. We followed this with an evening of socializing in our bomb shelter hostel with fellow wanderer a from New Zealand, Germany, Saudi Arabia and I’m sure others that I’m not recalling. It was a long night.
From a cycling perspective, trying to get from point A to point B was challenging in Dalmatia. Heading north /south, the geography forces a cyclist to use some very harrowing roads: tight switchbacks, no shoulders, buses and trucks barreling down steep descents. This would have been easily avoided if the ferries had been operating. I quickly learned that the ferry network is vastly reduced in the off-season, October through April. Of the ferries running from island to island, they are primarily catamarans. I learned the hard way that the catamarans are for foot passengers only and they mean it, no bikes.
Despite the challenges, including some relentless rain and closed campsites, I spent several more days wandering around Dalmatia.
Nice little lunch spot here in Brsecine.
These last few are in Korcula, a nicely preserved medieval town. Apparently, they have the best claim to Marco Polo’s birth place. I spent an unexpected night here and discovered sobes, generally a spare room in someone’s house that they let to tourists. I’m about 95% certain that the balcony from mine had a view Marco Polo’s home.
And the last couple are from Split, my departing point for Istria. There was much more there that I wanted to check out, but my mantra for this trip seems to be becoming, “Can’t see it all so enjoy what you can.”