Friday, September 24, 2010

Dad and The Kids Go To: Croatia!

I was driving down the Croatian coast and saw two people walking along the busy roadway. They weren't hitching, so I thought maybe they're walking the length of Croatia or something crazy. After I stopped to take a photo I saw them again and asked if they wanted a ride. That was 11 days ago and now I can't get them out of my van! I'm kidding - I don't want them out of my van. They're great company, great cooks and lots of fun. Joseph is 23, Marion is 22, and they're a German couple hitch-hiking to Israel. At first they felt a bit like they hit the jackpot, riding in a van with a stove and fridge, after hitching and wild-camping without a tent or sleeping mats. But they missed the drama and sport of not knowing what's going to happen or where they'll sleep that night, so they've set out again on their own. I left them an hour ago on the side of the road, with thumbs out...

After my last letter from Auschwitz (which still has me reverberating) I drove south. In just three days I drove from Poland through the Czech Republic, Slovakia, Austria, Slovenia and then into Croatia. Some of those countries were declared by a president to be in the Axis of WhereTheFuckIsThat, but I can't remember which ones. At the Croatian border the agent asked if I was planning on going through Bosnia. I stuttered, uh, I'm, umm, not sure. I'm driving to Turkey! He was so stunned he just let me pass. The day before I got stopped by the Czech police for driving without a highway sticker, which you have to purchase if you use the highways. Oops. Do I get the dumb American discount? He said, it's been this way for 15 years, it's not new. That didn't make the news back home somehow, so I didn't know. The "fixed fine" was 250 dollars, but I only had 65 dollars in my wallet. So they agreed to the 65 dollars and made me buy a sticker at the petrol station. It looked like a bit of a shakedown, but it was a legitimate offense, and they saved me a lot of money, so I was happy. They said it was a $1,000 fine in Slovenia, so I was relieved that they got me first. That was Lesson One.

The evening I arrived in Croatia I got stuck in the mud by driving just barely off the pavement right at the border where Croatia and Slovenia meet. That was Lesson Two. I swore I'd be more careful about muddy roads until about 30 yards later when I saw a nice little dirt road to "wild camp." 

Lesson Three arrived in the morning in the form of two friendly Policeman With Guns, who found it surprising that someone would camp illegally 30 meters from an international border. When they put it that way, I was a little surprised, too. After a mini-interrogation, I apologized for being a dope and they said, no problem. It turns out that it's illegal to stay outside of an established campground here, so I've been in campgrounds since. Some of the spots have been right on the sea and spectacular.

I'd like to write more, but I'm running out of time. (How could that be, you're on perpetual vacation? I can't explain it.) Enjoy the photos!

Love,
Dave


Oops. I got pulled out by a newer VW van. He asked, in his non-English, if I had a rope, and I said no. I was fishing around for dental floss and wondering how many loops it would take when I found a REALLY nice tow rope in the back of the van. That might be Lesson Four: buy a van from someone who outfits it well.
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I spent three nights in the campground above this little village. One day I took a 7-hour hike that just about finished me. I got lost taking a "shortcut" through a forest and imagined myself spending the night there.
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This is a 500 year old olive press that was used until 1970. A horse was brought into this room to spin the stone around. The village is about 1,000 years old and only a four hour drive from Venice. 
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The first stop with Joseph and Marion in a little village way below the highway.
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In the village we met this gentleman, who was born in the house just across the street and recently moved back. He works for a month in Niger, Africa, then is home for a month. He speaks good English and German, works in French, and also speaks Portuguese and Spanish, along with his native Croation. He fishes with a net for fun, but on this day he caught 200 kilos of fish (440 pounds) and was busy cleaning them. He noted that his wife wasn't willing to help him clean them. Imagine that.
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The narrow road through this village went between the restaurant and the patio cafe on the right side. That's our waiter, running for his life.
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Exploring some ruins and eating some good sheep cheese and bread.
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The Kids go for a swim.
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We came across this giant purple poop in a national park. (Insert your own purple cartoon character joke here. Barney comes to mind.) Turns out it's from a bear! It looks like one I saw in Alaska. If you were wondering.
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A praying mantis.
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A beautiful cave in the national park. 
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We hiked from the valley far down to the left, up and over this mountain. It involved some climbing and was pretty rigorous.
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Love this! This is from the beautiful city of Zadar. The history of this town is overwhelming and defies simplification. Already an important trading partner (with the frickin' Phoenicians) in 7th century B.C., they were given special status by Julius Caesar, conquered by the Venetians, who ran the place for three and a half centuries, invaded twice by the Crusaders, affected by the Huns coming to Europe, taken over by the Italians, then the Germans, the Ottomans, the Serbs, the Klingons, I don't who else. It's incredible: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zadar
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This is taken from the top of the old castle/fortress in Sibenik.
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The old town of Sibenik.
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Sibenik.
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Limestone waterfalls at Krka National Park.
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Krka National Park
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Krka National Park
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A plant growing underwater in a stream at Krka.
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Villages like this are typically 500 or 1,000 years - some are 2,000 years old, and people have lived in the area centuries before Christ. It amazes me that they'd build such a beautiful place before there was tourism.
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Olive oil at a market.
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A peak inside a private patio in the center of the old town, Trogir.
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One of the many mega-yachts on the Croatian coast. This is the beautiful town of Trogir.
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Just a few days before the full moon on a beach just north of Split.
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We walked for several hours from our campground in Split to the town center. This former disco must have been something in its day. It was mostly walled up.
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This is the locally famous sport of Picigin, invented in Split 80 years ago. Five people play in a circle hitting a peeled tennis ball open-handed to each other, diving and having a blast. It looks so fun.
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Split has an incredible history. There's evidence that people lived here in the 7th century B.C., but the town had an official founding when Roman Emperor Diocretius decided to build a massive palace/fort right on the coast and retire here. That was in 306 A.D. This is the basement of the structure that was his living quarters. Spectacular to my eyes.
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Most of the basement area is original. The floor above, which had the same layout originally, was modified many times over the centuries. You can do a lot of remodeling in 1,700 years.
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This is an artist's rendering of the original palace, painted in 1912.
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These original stones are in a stepped pattern in places, which partially accounts for its longevity. There's no mortar between the blocks, and some of the walls are 10 feet (3 meters) thick.
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More of the basement, paralleling the sea.
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Some of the original walls. Many people live inside what used to be the palace of an emperor. Wow.
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Looking down into the village within the old walls.
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Someone's private garden.
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Inside the walls, the woman sitting on the chair is chatting with a neighbor who's at a window.
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The limestone gets highly polished as people walk on it. This is one of the town squares.
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Octopi at the fish market.
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The fish market at Split.
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(The End!)

5 comments:

jfrag said...

Hi Dave!
Wow! Thanks for the tip about getting the highway sticker; I'll remember that when I visit Eastern Europe.
Stay well,
Jennifer F.

Anonymous said...

Hey Dave, thanks for your beautiful blog entries! They are always entertaining, visually aesthetic, thought provoking, and enlightening. After reading your one from Auschwitz, one of my favorite quotes from the Talmud came to mind… Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly, now. You are not obligated to complete the work. But neither are you free to abandon it. I am enjoying all the scenery shots of places I have never been and always love the ones you capture of people’s faces and emotions. I continue to feel like in some way I am travelling along with you! With much love and appreciation!!!!!!! Jen Roth

Sonia said...

One of the wonderful things about being North-American is that old buildings and structures are a constant amazement. I love that. Hope you never lose that, never take things for granted, the way I, from the 'old continent', often do. :-)
Sonia

Rusty said...

Dave, this is a great blog, wonderful photos. Thanks for sharing. Are you home yet? When do you return?
Rusty

daphne engelken said...

Amazing,thank you Dave, for such inspiration.As I told Michelle (Billing), if only we had a quarter of yor sense of adventure and initiative. Your photos are full of history, and meaning. Artistic, educational, historic and profound. Thanks again, a great reminder that we are never finished with the process of discovery......XO