Tales of Croatia. Part Nine.

Entire story takes place from late May to late June in Zagreb, Dubrovnik, Makarska, Omiš, Split, Vodice
and Tribunj, Croatia, as well as Slovenia.

 

Continued from part eight...
To recap; I'd spent about three weeks in Zagreb. Sasho Maleev joined us and we flew SouthEast to Dubrovnik, hanging out there for three days.

And so, Thursday came and we rented a diesel Astra of some sort. It was a decent touring car. We drove North from Dubrovnik, heading towards Tribunj.

The drive along the coast is beautiful. The road runs largely at the foot of the hills and mountains, yet raised up above the sea as well, giving a nice view.

Looking inland.

Off the coast, island after island passes by. We made our way to Makarska and stopped for lunch. This is a nice little bay city with a marina and seaside cafes and restaurants.

Esad in Makarska. Notice the no smoking sign to the right. There's a boat fueling station there.

Me, in Makarska.

We sat down for another meal of seafood much as in Dubrovnik. Around the bay, Esad took us to show us this bar. Down by the water, they have a part of the bar inside of a cave with a glass bottom so you could see the water below. Nice.

Esad and Sasho.

We get back in the car and head North again. It's quite a long drive, but beautiful. We stopped along the side of the road at some fruit stands. They make homemade rakija, brandy. It's of varying color, with various kind of fruits. And the fruit is very fresh and tasty. We bought cherries, plums, strawberries and tomatoes.

South of Split, we make our way down to the water again, and a seaside town called Omiš.

Omiš, pronouced 'Oh-Meesh'. Sasho took this photo. I'm in the background on the left. See if you can spot me.

It's an old pirate town that still has ruins of pirate forts up on the hillside. We stopped here for a beer and coffee. Esad explained that it used to be a center for pirates, and they would actually fight off fleets that came to fuck with them. But, eventually, the Turks had some kind of treaty with the Spanish and their destruction was requested for some reason, then it was all over.

Omiš.

Omiš.

It was also a partisan town, with many hrvatine (hrvatine are kind of like frat boys in the military, though older. Like somewhat mindless military guys that are super pro Croatian.). The name of a general is spray painted on the wall of a major building and posters of him hang in cafe windows to show support for him. He's in the Hague as a war criminal.

Omiš.

Omiš.

End of Part Nine.