Fly to Split, Croatia.

Well, we had one more day in Ljubljana first. Thursday, and it rained lightly but steadily until midday. We had nothing planned so I was able to spend the morning catching up on correspondence and paying some bills...Thanks Joan! We then decided that we needed some fresh air so back to the city centre we went. The sunny day before had seen a constant stream of very well-dressed people going about their daily business, making me feel totally under-dressed. Today, everyone was in wet weather attire and huddled under umbrellas.

We returned to the daily market and joined the locals having hearty soup and bread for lunch. Then it was a final wander around a much quieter city. Tony needed new shorts. The store that we entered was displaying its new winter stock, but tucked away in a corner were approx 12 pairs of the remaining summer shorts...and Tony walked out with two pairs. Jolly good!

My massage was worthwhile, although I found the time given to my feet a little odd!

Today, Friday, we awoke to a cloudy but fine day and joined Paul and Marg in a taxi to the airport. Split via Belgrade. I was amused to find in the Belgrade airport, a shop devoted to Novak Djokovic' s clothing line.

Finally arriving in Split about 3pm, we waited patiently in the queue for a taxi. When the driver found out that we wanted to go to the small but oh-so-crowded tourist town of vTrogir, approx 20 mins away, he told us with concern, that the traffic was terrible but he would do his best. He knew a way! We noticed that he was going in the opposite direction to the Trogir signs. After a short distance along a major road, he turned on to an unsealed single lane track. It wound its way through residences and he made several turns, with confidence; us being amused at this clandestine route. But, it worked and we found ourselves in a traffic jam but close to our destination. We just needed to drag our cases across the bridge to our hotel, amazed at the cars, people and boats at this historic medieval town, too intact for its own good.

Aperitif time with Marg and Paul turned into dinner and a most pleasant night on the opposite side of the island, away from the noisy crowds. Tomorrow we find our boat amongst the umpteen boats in this harbour, settle into our cabins and sail to Hvar Island. Yes, the same one we visited with the mbikes, but a different port and this time the bikes do not have horsepower!!! Hope I can find wifi somewhere.

 

Hearty soup on a wet day

Nothing like rain to keep the crowds away. These canal side restaurants were abuzz the day before.

 

Trogir, the starting port of many Croatian coastline cruises.

Another warm evening in the great outdoors.

 

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