After a beer and sausage fuelled evening in Munich where Don came to the conclusion that the “HB” of Hofbrauhaus actually stood for “Hitlers Bar” we retired back to the campsite to get some sleep before the long drive to Croatia. Arriving back at the campsite Don dug out two warm cans of Stella Artois from the boot he had been saving and so we drank those whilst formulating the following days plan – drive to coast, drink beers at sunset – simple!
I was up first so did the vehicle checks and packed my kit up, Rob was being annoying as usual just standing around looking enthusiastic whilst actually doing nothing. He doesn’t do any of the driving and doesn’t even buy a round in – I’m not sure why we let him come with us to be honest. By the time I’d started moving around the others were up and it wasn’t long before we were packed up and heading out of town. A quick detour to the nearest McDonalds so we could use their wifi and toilets then it was a smooth drive out of Bavaria, through Austria and it’s epic tunnels and into Slovenia. The drive through Slovenia was pretty as ever but the road up to the Croatian border was a pain in the ass as we wound our way through hills following much slower vehicles (yes believe it or not the Skoda isn’t so slow) both up and down hills for miles. A hassle free entry to Croatia soon became interesting when we took a wrong turn and ended up driving down this single lane road through a forest area, it was like being on some rally stage, the Skoda was faultless and soon we were back on the motorway making good time. I fell asleep for a short while and when I woke up we were on some plateau with mountains all around us, it looked like something from Jurassic Park, oh I almost forgot to mention, it was pouring with rain too – this was not the plan.
Don now at the wheel guided us out of the mountains and down to the coast where it was warm and sunny, we rolled into Zadar with not Croatian Kuna, no where to stay for the evening and no real idea where to park. We abandoned the car and walked into town for a beer, this was and always will be considered the most important thing at the end of the day.
Zadar is beautiful, it has buildings that are thousands of years old, it’s right by the coast, the beer is cold and the women are easy on the eye too – needless to say we are all big fans of Zadar right about now. Having sunk a beer we found a great little hostel called Wild Fig just out of town and went straight back into the old town for food and a boat load of beers. The girl at the hostel recommended Canzone which was a little Italian influenced place tucked away down a very narrow street, we finally found it and were greeted with big smiles from the waitresses when we ordered 3 of their largest beers before we’d even been seated.
We had a fantastic meal of pizza and pasta and quite a few beers before going off to look at Zadar’s sights, I wouldn’t normally go off sightseeing at midnight but we were assured that these were spectacular regardless of the time of day – they were right. First up was the Sea Organ, yep, that’s right I did just say that. Basically it is a load of concrete blocks with holes cut into them so that when the waves lap up against them they play a tune, it was really cool, we all just sat there listening to it for ages before walking a little further up the promenade to some solar art work they have built into the ground. We were a little unsure how this worked but it seemingly charged up by the sun (obviously) and then played a light show – difficult to explain but still cool. It was almost 1am and so we decided to wander back to the hostel but en route got drawn in by this amazing music coming from a 1300 year old church in the square. Being half cut and nosey we went to investigate and discovered that it was a Light Art Exhibition, we went inside and led on the floor of a 1300 year old church for ages just watching these lights and listening to the music it was backed to, we didn’t say a word to each other the entire time we were in there, I think we were all stunned. In the end we called it a night and headed back to the hostel, checked the route, had another beer and then bit the hay, although it was a million degrees in the room so none of us got much sleep.