Camping in Croatia

With two visits to Greece under my belt, and Italy now crossed off the "must visit" list ... where else do you go when you want some Mediterranean time with crystal clear blue waters. Hmmm. Maybe we will give Croatia for a go .... for a whole month! Bol and I were so excited to get back to the ocean and start the new chapter of our travels. We arrived in Split, Croatia, on June 9th laden with a tent, mattresses, gas cooker, camping chairs, esky - you name it, we were ready to camp. We were again joined by Mary and Rachael for a few days and it was fantastic to be able to share such a gorgeous place with good friends. After our plane was delayed by 15 hours (Bol's new catch phrase is "Wizz Air - They'll Keep You on the Ground"), we arrived in Split about midnight and headed out with Mary for a welcome drink. The architecture in Split is stunning and it is easy to see why it is becoming the latest "it" destination for travellers. The old town with its cobbled streets, bordered by such blue water - we knew immediately we had made the right choice. Our welcome drink wound us up sitting on some locals boat at 4am chatting away (Croatians in general speak English very well). We eventually made it back to our hostel for some much needed sleep - ready for the catamaran ride to the island of Brac, where we would stay in the village of Bol the next day.

Split by day ...

... and night

We are now in Bol (today is June 13th) and it has turned out to be a beautiful place with probably the bluest water I have ever seen. You can imagine Bol when arriving in Bol (this is getting confusing) .. but he bombarded Mary, Rach and I with his one-liners: "My people, I have returned", and "Fear not... your leader has returned." I am sure you can all imagine it!

Our four days in Bol have been exactly what we needed. We have been staying in a fantastic caravan park where Felix, the owner, bends over backwards for his guests. He even took over the rest of assembling our tent. We obviously looked a bit novice. And each day the four of us have been basically just walking, having picnics on the beach, swimming and swimming some more. We hired a boat the other day and puttered around the island, dropping the anchor for swims whenever we found isolated bays.

Front view of campsite (above) and our tent during its first pitch

Captain Bol (above) with his crew (below)

Doesn't get much better than this

Bol and I said goodbye to Rachael and Mary this morning - they have headed off to London. Luckily we still have 25 days left in this amazing country, hopping from island to island with our tent. 'Tis the life.