6/17 Monday
We
get up extra early and walk to the bus, even though our host has offered to give us
a ride. But we’re in time for the 8 am bus to Pula, plenty of time to get our 11 am bus to
Zadar. We’re not expecting the wild coastal ride along the edge of the
mountains that drop straight into the sea. The bus sways and lurches as we zigzag
up and down the ridges. It seems like something has to give: the brakes, the
steering column, the springs. It’s quite a thrill, with the scenery and
impending doom, so we hardly notice the 7-hours at all. Time flies when you’re
facing sudden death.
We arrive alive in Zadar, and
our host picks us up at the station. He is, as Bob has determined, a
character. Lots of personality. “My apartment is right near, you vil luf it”.
Our host spends time drawing out our
map, giving us tips on where to go, everything is “Tell them you are from me, it will be better. Go to this restaurant, you vil luf it, if you want a
tour, don’t go with the tourists, tell me I will arrange, you vil luf it”. We
have a nice apartment on the ground floor, clean and quiet, with a small terrace
and a shady yard for us.
There’s a market and a pizza café
nearby, where we pick up some provisions and stop for dinner, telling them “He
sent us.” It doesn’t take long to get settled in.
1 Video Included
Bus Rovinj to Zadar
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