Jeszcze w Bosni, pod granica Chorwacka, kolega Artura, Denis przyja nas na podworko swoich dziadkow. Rozbilysmy tam namiot. Widoki nieziemskie, rzeka pod nosem, z drugiej strony piekne gory, a to wsyzstko na prywatnej posesji tego Pana - dziadka Denisa. Nic nie kumal ale wieczorem przyniosl nam szlałch zebysmy mogly go podlaczyc do kranu i wziasc prysznic. Oczywiscie prysznic bralysmy w lodowatej rzece a nie w kranie. Denis byl strasznie kochany, przyjechal po nas do miejscowosci oddalonej ponad 20km od tego miejsca, przywiozl nas tu, a na nastepny dzien zawiozl nas 30km pod sama granice.
Denis przywiozl nam wieczorem prezenty! samo jedzenie! same mieso! karolina oczywiscie nie je miesa, ja unikam i nie jem miesa odkad opuscilam polske, ale zeby nie bylo glupio musialam zjesc kielbase i okazac swoja wdziecznosc.
Kolacyjka w niezbedniku. herbatka z ognia, kielbaska z grila i majonez z musztarda z tubki
Kolo namiotu byly kontenery noclegowe, te za mna, ktore nam zaoferowali, ale wolalysmy namiot.
Chorwacja przed nami. oczywiscie ruch jak widac przeladowany. Wieczne czekanie na stopa...? Oczywiscie ze nie. Zlapalysmy chyba 3 auto z rzedu, a co najlepsze, koles ktory nas wiozl pracowal w miejscu do ktorego jechalysmy!!! W Plitwickich Jeziorach - czyli Park Narodowy, jeden z dziesiecu najwiekszych parkow w Europie, jest na liscie UNESCO!!!
A dalej fotki z parku...
KUNA (takie malo zwierzatko, jak to tlumaczyla nam Pani w kantorze) Pierwsza waluta chorwacka i smieszne ludziki na niej i ladne zwierzatka...
A oto Plitwickie Jeziora. Za kazdym zakretem coraz pikeniej. Brak slow. Ogladajcie.
We finished 8hrs walk at 6pm and we went straight to Rijeka - west of Croatia - to our new friend flat - Milan. We've met him on Couch Surfing and he let us to stay in his place three nights.
First night in Croatia we spent at Milan's flat. Skinny, inteligent, misterious croatian guy with inner calm we all looking for. He picked us up from Vrata Jadrana Station close to Rijeka after 11pm. He welcomed us with icecreams chocolate milkshake. One room, small kitchen, much smaller bathroom full of ecosystems. He gave us his double bed and he slept on the floor. Garden outside, sea and the city up the mountains. The best view ever!
He looked after us more than after himself. He gave us more than we've expected. We pictured him and the view, but not digital, in our HEARTS!
Way from Rijeka to Trogir. Half an hour walk in 40 degrees with 20kilos bags its just a pleasure for us! we were so exhousted! we couldn't even think. And that was only begining of that day!
We stuck in a hole! F...k for 40 minutes. the longest time we were waiting!
That was our first nite on the beach in touristic place in Trogir. On the way from Rijeka to Split. We were attacted by ants! 20 small red sings on my face till today. At Karolina's body more than 40! But sky and emotions where so extreme that we forgave them same morning
Po nocce i dniu spedzonym na plazy pojechalysmy stopem do Splitu. Okolice wygladaja tragicznie. Wybrzerze Chorwacji. Susza, fabryki i zero zycia, tylko cwierkanie tych przedziwnych konikow polnych czy owadow ktorego imienia nie mozemy poznac..
A tu Split z blizeszgo punktu widzenia, coraz wiecej blokow i przerazajacych budynkow. Wjechalysmy do Splitu prosto do spania i nastepnego dnia wrocilysmy do Trogiru zeby bez plecakow moc pochodzic po miasteczku i troche poplazowac.
Stopa czasem mamy dosyc i jesli podjezdza lokalny bus to wsiadamy, bez biletow, ale przeciesz nam nie wladuja mandatu. Goraco, smierdzaco ale interesujaco
Trogir
What is that beach! oh god! so many people, so loud, so many kids screaming, so many bars around with fu...ing much louder music! we had to evacuated as fast as we could...
The only one good thing on that beach were icecreams!! especially bananasplit!
I'm so happy because i just had 4 portions of bananasplit!
We finally found our private beach! Bit of shadow, bit of sun, no people, no bars, no music, no screaming kids but lots of space we could lay on.
Karolka odnajduje jedzeniowy raj na kazdym kroku...
And that is the lovely couple and Picolo who took us from Trigor to Split!
And that are the fastest hitch hiking girls with Picolo
After a day at the beach I had to cool my body on the floor in that hot flat!
Petie Sylvain our second host on that trip from Split. Half french half croatian. The cutest, the nicest boy from Split. So french, we just loved him and he loved us. And he's not so white as he looks at the pictures.It's a shame we couldn't stay there longer and have a party with him. But he's always welcomed in Poland! Thanks a lot french boy! bisous... thousand of them!!
And he's smiling from time to time
So from Split we started moving to Montenegro to Bar where another host were waiting for us.
That is somewhere between Split and Dubrownik
And we can see cursed Dubrovnik there. The most expensive place in Croatia, no wind, almost no local people, just tourists who won't help you even if you are dying of the sun.
Cursed Dubrovnik!
W kolejnym kryzysie autostopowym pod granica - pod granicami zawsze sa kryzysy - zatrzymali sie albanscy chlopcy. Jeden z nich byl niby wlochem, ale do konca nie wiemy jaka byla ich historia bo byli zamotani tak samo jak ich opowisci. Mieli jeden samochod na albanskich numerach i jeden z nich mieszkal we wloszech a drugi w albani, samochod byl wspolny i nie potrafiil powiedziec jak nim sie dziela...
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