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<\/a><\/p>\nWe had a couple of nights in Ljubljana. We spent most of our time walking around the lovely city, taking in the local sites and tasting the local delicacies.\u00a0 And having the first holiday beer.\u00a0 It always tastes the best! We even motivated ourselves to clamber up the steep hill to the castle.\u00a0 Glad we did that early-ish in the morning, as it was pretty warm the whole time we were there.\u00a0 Even in the morning we were sweating and having to take breaks hauling ourselves up there. Was a really nice city to wander around.\u00a0 Pretty quiet and relaxed, with nice river-front walks.\u00a0 Still a bit run down, but a lot of work seems to be going on to spruce some more of it up.<\/p>\n
On the Friday morning we headed away on a train to Zagreb, Croatia, to meet up with Vond and Chazz and to start our tour of Croatia.\u00a0 Ironically we had left London for sun, and all it did on this Friday was pour down all the way to catch the train, and all the time we were on the train to Zagreb. And when we got there. And while we were sorting out somewhere to stay, at the very, very helpful information centre. And whilst we sat in a cafe waiting till we were to met up with the others, and when they arrived. But luckily we had our first taste of burek (a great little spinach and cheese pastry). And the rain finally stopped just when Vond and Chazz arrived.<\/p>\n Dropped our bags off at the pension we’d organised earlier, and went and had a wander around town. We were lucky to be able to take in some of an international folk dancing competition that we stumbled across in a town square. Very entertaining and great to watch even though we had no real idea what was going on.\u00a0 I’m sure that the cakes that were carried around on the older women’s heads have some great significance, but I have no idea what! I just couldn’t imagine getting kids in NZ, let alone London interested in participating in this sort of thing.\u00a0 We finished our time off by walking around the old town (we were soon to find out that all places in Croatia have lovely old towns).<\/p>\n Now the travel adventure really starts…..<\/p>\n We got up early to head to the bus station to catch an early bus to Pula, only to arrive and find that that bus was all full, and the next one was a little while away.\u00a0 So we had a genius (truely) idea to catch the train instead.\u00a0 After a really comfortable train ride taking in the scenery we arrived at the end of the train journey to then catch a bus to another town through a huge road tunnel (over 5kms long) to catch another train to our final destination.\u00a0 Only to finally work out whilst we were waiting for the 2.30pm bus that that bus did not run on Saturdays (our Croatian was not the best).\u00a0 But there was one a little later on and eventually we made it to Pula around tea time.<\/p>\n Now to find somewhere to stay at this time of night on a Sunday.\u00a0 One of the local accommodation places wanted to charge the earth for an apartment for the 4 of us, so we told her we would have a think and come back.\u00a0 Luckily after we walked down the road 5m we were approached by our first little old (well, old-ish)\u00a0 lady asking if we wanted to come and stay with her.\u00a0 [This is pretty usual in Croatia, which we knew before we left.\u00a0 It just seems to be the way things work there for holiday accommodation.] Well we took our chances, piled into her little car with all our baggage and off we drove.\u00a0 The place was a little out of town, though still easily walkable to the centre, but it was clean and she was absolutely lovely.\u00a0 She even walked us to a very local restaurant where we had some great food – one of those places you just would not be able to find on your own!<\/p>\n The next day was a pearler, the sun was out and we took in the sites of the old town and the amphitheatre – which has to be one of the site highlights of the holiday.\u00a0 Basically its a mini Colosseum, but by mini I think it is still the third largest in the world.\u00a0 The free (with your ticket) audio guide thingees were quite fun too.\u00a0 I think we spend most of the time trying to duck between bits of shade.\u00a0 It was really hot wandering around, especially when you aren’t used to 35 degree heat!<\/p>\n Managed to get enough supplies to cook at home, including some really hideous wine from a petrol station.\u00a0 We weren’t expecting much of it, and we weren’t disappointed.<\/p>\n It was a great little town to start the main trip in though.<\/p>\n Next day saw us get up early to catch a ferry to Zadar (great thing was our host got up just as early and had laid out tea, coffee and biscuits for our early morning breakfast before she dropped us off at the boat! Result!) Once we reached Zadar we then had to get a bus to a place called Sibenik – closest town to the Krka national park that we decided to visit.\u00a0 None of us knew quite what to expect from Sibenik as the guide book we were relying on didn’t really sing its praises.\u00a0 As it works out the book doesn’t really do it justice.\u00a0 It was a great old town, with steep winding cobble streets, and the food in the restaurant, Bramosole, we found was fantastic – another found with a bit of local knowledge, from a guy in a shoeshop. We ate here twice! It was here that we discovered what we called ‘Donkey Wine’ (it was a litre bottle of red wine with a picture of a donkey on the front. And a beer bottle top instead of a cork.)\u00a0 This was the start of many more bottles of Donkey to be drunk on this holiday – it was really, really, cheap and tasted a bit like a pinot noir.<\/p>\n Krka National Park was a short bus ride from Sibenik, then a bit of a boat ride up the river to the main part of the park, and we spent the day walking around the park (luckily it wasn’t a really hot day).\u00a0\u00a0 The park had great waterfalls and walking paths, and some old working mills that were pretty cool to have a look at. But we were glad we got there early, as when we came back out of the track to the main entrance it seemed like half of Croatia had come to see the falls.<\/p>\n The next day saw us get on another bus to Split, as we were planning to head out to one of the islands.\u00a0 We basically just spent the night in Split wandering around the old town before catching the ferry to Hvar the following morning.<\/p>\n Straight off the ferry and a tirade of people waiting to rent their rooms to you.\u00a0 We chose one of the newer ones from this guy. The pics looked nice so we toddled off after him. The apartment itself was pretty nice and new, with a great view of the sea front.\u00a0 What amazed me about Hvar and pretty much every Croatian port is the posers on their huge yachts (yes, I too would love one) who had docked for the night, it was kinda like watching “my boats flashier than yours” – but their were some lovely boats and you could tell there was a lot of money flying around.\u00a0 Anyway, 3 nights in Hvar saw us lounge around for a bit, do a day trip to Starigrad, take a walk around the peninsula and try and relax.<\/p>\n The day trip to Starigrad was OK.\u00a0 It was a really quiet relaxed town after Hvar, but I think at this stage we were all just a bit sick of travelling, walking, and staring at stuff, so we all seemed a bit flat. And we were all feeling the heat a bit too. It was really pretty though.<\/p>\n We managed to find another great restaurant an Hvar too, just off the main waterfront – Marinero.\u00a0 Great food, and quite cheap, with great staff.\u00a0 Highly recommend it. We ended up eating there twice (and cooking ourselves for the rest of the time).<\/p>\n Probably the most disappointing part of the whole holiday was the place we stayed at. Although it was new and nice the guy who owned it was a real arse, hanging on to our passports for too long – we had to get quite shitty to get them back, and trying to tell us we had to pay extra tourist tax on the second day after we had already settled the bill (which we didn’t end up paying), and then when we left checking to see that toilet flushed, the door was OK and counting the kitchen equipment (of which there was pretty much none) and towels before we left!\u00a0 I guess he has been jibbed before but I have to ask myself with an attitude like that, then go figure!\u00a0 It could have been a great place to stay, but left us with a slightly bad taste in our mouths. We won’t be recommending staying there to anyone (I even subtly shook my head at some people who the owner was trying hard to convince to stay as we were off on a walk – I don’t think they stayed in the end).<\/p>\n After a really long day travelling (early morning ferry from Hvar and then about a 5 hour bus ride – which included 2 border checks as we had to pass though the small piece of coast that Bosnia and Hertzenagova were awarded after the war), we arrived in our final destination Dubrovnik at about 6pm on a Sunday, only to find that all the accommodation places had shut at 2pm. Ooopps, this was going to be hard work as everyone was tired and at this stage felling a little lost and homeless!\u00a0 But eventually we found someone on the street offering rooms, so we followed them home to check it out.\u00a0 It was probably one of the more dire places we had stayed in but we said we would take it for one night.\u00a0 This meant Bec and I pretty much slept in the kitchen, and the bathroom was, well shall we say just a toilet with a shower over it.\u00a0 It was pricey for what it was, but the lady was very nice. There was just no way Bec and Vond would be able to put up with that bathroom for another 3 nights (but Chazz might’ve been able to).<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/div>\n