Thursday 28 June
It is my daughter Hollies’ prom day today and am a bit sad not to be at home to see here.
One of the passengers sat near me at breakfast lets out a gasp as she has eaten something she obviously doesn’t like. It transpires she has a bowl of peaches and put some other fruit in before covering with yoghurt. The problem seems to be that the other fruit is peppers!
We are going to Krk island today and have a local guide, Sandra, with us all day. I meet here at the coach park at 08:45 to go over the days itinerary before picking the passengers up at 09:00.
We stay off the motorway and drive through the busy town of Rijeka, famous for its shipbuilding (the latest Isle of Wight ferries were built here) and the place where the first torpedo was built.
We pass a football ground on the seafront, the closest to the sea in the country and a fantastic looking swimming pool.
To reach Krk island we must cross a bridge and after paying the toll of about £10 we are driving over clear blue sea to this largest of the Adriatic Islands measuring over 400 square kilometres.
I don’t like driving over bridges!
The roads are very quiet as we proceed to Krk town and park by the bus station. Sandra then takes us for a short walk around the town before giving us all some free time.
I have been to Krk island once before by boat but we stopped at a very quiet resort for lunch. Krk town is bigger than I expected and is absolutely gorgeous. With its harbour, promenade, old narrow streets, cathedral and plenty of shops and restaurants it is similar to a scaled down Rovinj.
A beautiful place and somewhere I will definitely return to.
When we finish the short tour I buy Sandra an ice cream and myself a coffee and sparkling water. The bill comes to 21 Kuna which is about £2.35! So you can add cheap to its list of plusses.
I love it here and could stay longer.
Sadly we leave Krk and make our way to Vrbnik where we are going to enjoy a brandy and wine tasting as well as be fed local ham and cheese.
Vrbnik is a small coastal town that you would never find unless taken there as it is tucked away from the main roads. Wine growing and the teaching of theology seem to be its main claim to fame as there is only one small hotel here.
I park in the coach park and we all follow Sandra into the village. We walk past lovely old cottages all very colourful with their flowers until we reach a small wine producer. It is still extremely hot and part of the walk is uphill so I think a cold brandy might just be the job.
A lovely young lady called Mida pours the drinks as I take a group picture before she also takes a picture of us all.
As soon as the brandy tasting is over we move into the small cellar for a short five minute film about the wine and brandy production as well as an insight into Vrbnik. At the start of the film our group picture is on the screen only minutes after being taken. How does all that work then?!
After the film we go into the bar area where a table has been laid out with plates of local ham, cheese and olives as well as bottles of wine and water.
What a lovely place and atmosphere. They all seem to be enjoying the food and wine and a few bottles are purchased.
Also on the table is a copy of the photo Mida took and it has come out very well. Most of the group buy a copy. I am kindly given a copy as well as a second plate of food!
We now go for another short, but steep, walk through the village where we see the most delightful looking restaurant which looks more like a small family home and then walk down a very narrow street. Not too narrow for my belly but I only just make it!
We drive close to the sea where the salt is supposed to have healing properties and see some people wrapped in the mud of the beach to get the salt on/into their bodies. A strange sight indeed.
We are back in Opatija at 16;00 and it has been a fantastic day, I have really enjoyed it.
The temperature in the coach park at four in the afternoon is 36’!!
I can once again park in the closer town coach park.
Sunday, 22 July 2012
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