As much as I love travelling and visiting new places, I am not a good flyer. That is, I love the experience of flying but the experience does not love me - something Steve can and will (frequently) testify to. On this trip though, I woke from the plane-induced snooze just in time to gaze out of the window as the plane flew over the hundreds of Croatian islands. These islands looked so perfect, floating in turquoise blue oceans. As we landed in Dubrovnik, I had already turned to Steve and started to plan a trip back to the islands.
Back to this trip though... We were picked up from the airport by the our apartment owner's father. After communicating in broken english for a while, we left him to hum along to the radio and stared at more incredible views out of the car window. This country in stunning, seriously. Every time the car turned the corner, there was a new spectacular view. It reminded us both of Cape Town a little and the twists and turns of Camps Bay.
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| The best I could do out of the car window. |
We quickly dumped our stuff in our little-but-lovely apartment and rushed out to explore more of the city. We wandered down to the Old Port and grabbed lunch at a wonderful cafe on the harbour - I don't even know the name of the place but we went back to the cafe nearly every day for a drink or lunch. The strawberry juice was delicious and the seafood as fresh as they come! The waiters all wore striped t-shirts and had impeccable manners.
A word of warning though, it seems to be Croatian culture to share everything when it comes to food. We ordered a few things, thinking we were ordering tapas-like dishes. They all came out in buckets - way too much for two people to eat. We were so stuffed we skipped dinner later and just made our way to the atmospheric Old town walls for drinks.
