Istria 2006 (second part)
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It would have been so nice to spent one night outside at the shore, to let the sea wake us up with her gentle sound. That was what we wanted to do!! So we packed a ton of things plus a hectolitre to drink in our backbags and rode once again to the Kamenjak to swim and to find the right spot for the night. Cycling the hilly terrain was once again great, even though the heavy backbags were pulling down. We soon found the place to get wet and I had a short manic fit, it was so wonderful refreshing to swim in the cool sea!! |
After we had enough of the water and caught enough crabs (for scientific reasons) we finally found the place to spent the night. It was the south-shore with rocks formed like a huge staircase, each step about 2m high. And then we made the crucial mistake. We decided to ride back to fetch the traditional gas cooker. When we got it and wanted to make our way back it was already dark. We searched for one and a half hours to find the spot again, but in the night it was impossible to find the right parting of the ways to get us there. We would rather get lost than finding it. Tired and a bit disappointed we cycled back to the campsite. |
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Monday After the ferry had brought us to the island, it was time to get some cash and nutrition, like the famous Croatian Ćevapčići for 30 Kuna ;) which we ate in the city of Cres, a nice little place with expensive restaurants and charming souvenirs. 40km later we arrived at the little town of Osor, which connects the bigger island of Cres with its southern part Loinj. We stopped and discussed either to cross the bridge to see the prominent little town of Mali Loinj or to turn left to go to the more secluded village Punta Kria. |
Finally we crossed the bridge and darted south on brand new streets. Mali Loinj lies protected in a broad bay, its good location and it's beauty made it a very popular place. That was also our impression staying in the camping village "Poljana". The atmosphere was a bit tensed and impersonal. I have to mention that we shopped at Konsum-market because I was so fascinated that they had put up a shopping-sign besides the road 46km(!) earlier. Franz was fed up. Too many hours of driving, his mountainbike's rear-tire was flat and when he exchanged it the new one exploded because of a small assembling error, and he didn't like this tourist place at all. There was no way of making him go to town centre with me. |
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I took my bike to go there. First I thought it would be far but all I had to do was to follow the stream of nicely walking tourists to get on a beautiful promenade along the sea. Sailing boats, expensive and super-expensive yachts were moored here. It had some fascination for me. I heard that the waiters of fine restaurants go directly on the boats to serve delicate food there. It reminded me a bit on St. Tropez. I had to think about that probably not many places qualify to be of interest for the owners of these ships. Maybe the one or other came straight from there. The center was full of people, dogs, live music and immersed in the right atmosphere by the surrounding buildings. Above the scene was a illuminated church, I wanted to go there, to have a birds-eye view over the place. So I cycled up a road that I assumed would lead me there. The street hosted many selling stalls and shops, people were looking and buying. I was also looking - but for a junction that would let me go left, up to the church, but there was none. Stalls and shops got fewer and fewer but I still couldn't go left. After quite a distance I found the street I was looking for. A different world! Much darker and calmer, no people, no shops. I slowly rode down the street, enjoying the contrast. Two Croatian girls stepped out of a door just to disappear in the next one. The curch had a distanced atmospere, the illumination seemed colder than from the main square. The church-square existed of old and broken marble, I had to think of the ancient places I saw in Greece. |
A few people were leaning against the low wall that surrounded the place. A father and his small children were in the middle. Unfortunately there was no way to look down at the mainsquare from here. Having good shock absorbers :) on my bike a rolled down the stairs and backstreets to get to the mainsquare again. Nearly all the streets and stairs here in the old town were made out of marble, sometimes a blossoming tree was in the street or streched its branches over a backyard wall. I had to stop to take a picture of some mussel shells and half a lemmon lying in the street. Maybe a local had eaten them here just a few minutes ago while chatting with his neighbour, that's a least how it ideally had happened in my imagination. Down again I spent some time on a landing stage watching the lights, and a longer time right in the center of activity watching people and kids dancing on the square, happy people giving and receiving smiles. Back home Franz and I sat some time in the car, he had checked out the campsite and was horrified by the malibu-style lifeguard lookouts, the concrete-beach and the _underwater sea-illumination_!!
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Wednesday, going home Later I drove to my granny and my parents place, to prepare everything for the flight to Finland on the next day.
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