Trogir, Croatia

 

In the cathedral bell-tower, Paul climbed to the top, Suzy (centred) wussed-out.

29th-31st August

From Camp Dalmatia we travelled on along the coast towards Zadar. We looked for somewhere close by so that we could cycle to Zadar but could not find the small type of site we were after so we stopped to get supplies and purchased an electric oven so we could cook outside more often without the need to use the BBQ.
By the time we had finished shopping and looking for a place to park the van to visit the city it was nearly three pm. We thought we should press on to find a place to stay for the night. We voyaged on past several beautiful towns, with the road taking us inland slightly where we found lots of road side grills with pigs on spit roasts - we have marked this as a place to stop for an evening meal!

The bell tower and town hall clock by the central square in Trogir.

Woken by another thunderstorm and high winds we stayed in and waited for the rain to pass.. well it is Sunday after all.We set about organising our next few weeks of route through southern Italy, and sadly I lost another game of scrabble - beaten by the word 'amorality'. I mean - who swallowed the dictionary!

Fortunately, by the afternoon the sun was out in full force so we embarked upon a walk along the promenade - only about an hour there and back as we had to turn around when we found the nearest naturist beach - mmm a bit of a site for sore eyes and warranted a strong drink when we returned.

I think with this project I will have my work cut out! 

On Monday we caught the 9am water taxi to Trogir. A medieval town with a beautiful marina and very expensive yachts from Jersey, Cayman Islands and other such rich seaward places.
We toured around the outside of the town scouting for a cheap restaurant. I went to the town museum - which was three little rooms with the cathedral art works hung and surveyed under CCTV. ( 10kn entry was pointless if you are not into 14th century art) Stumbling upon the local market we tried the famous burek pastries - one with cheese and ham in it - very filling and one was big enough for the two of us.


The market was well worth a tour given the large amount of local produce and the usual tacky souvenirs. We were getting a little tired and needed a sit down so found a bar and had a beer.
We some how then found our way back to a restaurant called The End. We had a large fish platter dinner - very expensive - very good - should have been a lot less really, but we pushed the boat out and went full hog with an Irish coffee for dessert. We managed to then stagger with very full bellies back to the boat to make our way home.

The large sea food platter we ordered with some killer prawns