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Written by sylvia13 on 14 Jun, 2006
We go for lunch after the ride and I enjoy a prawn risotto, while the others have sausages, cervices, and spaghetti with tomato sauce. It was cheap, had nice surroundings, and the food was delicious! We drive to other side of the island to find a wellness…Read More
We go for lunch after the ride and I enjoy a prawn risotto, while the others have sausages, cervices, and spaghetti with tomato sauce. It was cheap, had nice surroundings, and the food was delicious! We drive to other side of the island to find a wellness hotel for the night. In the evening we go down for our usual gin and tonics, but we also have a bite to eat and then we sit and hear some live music being played. The weather had not been good during our stay, as it was mostly foggy, but at least we had some nice seafood and my sister was able to see the country as it once was!Soon after breakfast we started making our way back and at a border crossing one policeman kept my sister’s passport, as he was questioning her Spanish residence. We had to park the car and wait, but they finally let us go. No such problem at the Austrian border, thank goodness. We spent our last foreign money buying a bottle of Cava for dinner that night! Close
Written by jesmystyle on 26 Sep, 2004
Actually, it was four days, but my driving time totaled nine hours round trip, so I deducted a day. Driving from Vicenza, I passed through my other favorite getaway destination, Trieste (highly recommended), and it brought back some memories. Speeding on the Autostrada…Read More
Actually, it was four days, but my driving time totaled nine hours round trip, so I deducted a day. Driving from Vicenza, I passed through my other favorite getaway destination, Trieste (highly recommended), and it brought back some memories. Speeding on the Autostrada (freeway/motorway), I stopped pretty much five minutes into Slovenia because I ran out of straight road and had to resort to windy Lake Arrowhead-type roads.
Croatia was just beautiful, even when I passed through Rijeka, which is an industrial area. The air quality was pretty bad, but looking down the cliffs, the sea broke through the presence of industry with shimmering blue. Before I forget, the local currency is Kuna, which has a hell of a better exchange rate than the Euro. I stopped at a gas station to get a stick of gum, two bags of chips and two 16-ounce Powerades, and spent only $1.80. The only currencies they deal with are dollars, the euro and the kuna.
I passed over the Bridge of Krk Island, which was considered an engineering marvel for its time, I guess. From there, it took me about half an hour to get to Baska, passing through notable towns like Malinska and Krk town.
I always make it a general rule to reserve two rooms in two different hotels at my destination, just to make sure I won’t be out of luck from a computer error or language barriers. Usually nothing happens, but this time, I’m glad I did. The primary hotel I reserved a room in was a four-star (can’t remember the name; starts with a Z) with doors that walked right onto the beach. From the time I made the reservation until the time I arrived, front desk personnel had changed over shifts without a proper brief I guess, and I didn’t have a reservation. No matter, I just walked next door to the other hotel and made my reservation known. Later on, the person I talked to on the phone at the "Z" hotel called me, wondering if I was still coming. I said I was living next door.
Where did I go first? The beach, of course. Baska has the longest beaches in the Adriatic, and the water is pretty clear. However, these aren’t sand beaches but pebble beaches, so flip-flops, or some wazoo-type of thin footwear, is recommended. Although the water is clear, snorkeling can be boring. You’ll see sand, some shells, the same 5-inch long fish, and not much else. The beach is exceptionally clean though, and it’s a great place to do other water sports like parasailing and jet skiing. Also, Baska is in a perfect location for inviting winds that make windsurfing a blast and not a near-death experience.
Baska is small, and all the action is on the waterfront and the street above it. Shopping is limited to souvenirs, clothes, and items for water activities. Most of the eateries and restaurants are right on the waterfront. Sitting there with a candlelit table, surrounded by stone walls, and the sounds of the waves crashing brought the terms romance and relaxation to a hypnotic level. Being a fishermen’s town, most of the food was seafood, and you get more than what you paid for. They do have steak though and for those of you who like steak, you CANNOT live life without trying the steak I had in Baska. It made Tony Roma’s, Texas Roadhouse, and any steakhouse look like T.V. dinners.
The next day, we went on a horseback tour on a hiking trail around the surrounding hills and vineyards. Wear long pants and shoes. I didn’t and some of the high thorn bushes I went through made me wish I had. We also visited the Jurandovr Abbey, which has on display the Baska Tombstone. In a nutshell, it is the oldest written record of the Croatian language. It falls into my "seen it, took a picture" category which includes the Roman Coliseum, David in Florence (don’t make it obvious if you’re going to take a picture), and Hitler’s Eagle’s Nest in Austria. After that, it was more beach time, driving around, and more seafood.
The third day, we took a boat taxi to a secluded cove on another part of the island. If you were to walk to this cove, it would be a good 3-hour hike over rocks and prickly things. Driving is not an option, unless you have a Humvee, so I took the boat and got there in 20 minutes. The boat dropped us off about 10:30 in the morning and said that they weren’t coming back till 5:30pm, which was perfect. There’s nothing in this cove but one restaurant that serves local, non-seafood Croatian cuisine. I don’t know what I ate, but it was really good.
For you women out there who are self-conscious about your tan lines, come to Europe and tan nude. If you are embarrassed, this cove is perfect for nudity without going to a nude beach. Plus you can avoid seeing a lot of people who really shouldn’t be naked. Europeans are extremely open people and nudity is perfectly natural. There were also other coves nearby that were a short hike away. So that whole day was spent hiking to the small ruins in the hills and falling asleep on the beach.
Needless to say, the last day was spent driving back to Italy. I was looking for a quiet getaway; Krk Island was more than I asked for. The key things are romance and relaxation. If you’re looking for more nightlife, go to a bigger city like Zagreb, Dubrovnik, or Split. If you’re looking for something to the effect of a perfect marriage proposal site, Krk Island is it.