We set off pretty early from our hotel with a view to stopping at Ston, a small town with impressive walls on the way. The drive was just lovely along the coast road and we managed to travel through Bosnia without any trouble other than having our passports checked. Croatia are the country that has been hottest on this. Anyway, Ston was just lovely though the walls showed us that our thighs still hadn’t recovered from the canyoning.
We arrived in our Airbnb and after a bit of a rest went out to explore Dubrovnik old town. The listing had said it was a 35 minute walk but it was actually much longer which was hard with the aches and pains but if you’re with Callum there’s no getting on a bus! We had a lovely wander, a beer at the harbour and then a dinner with music. After a long walk back with many moans, we collapsed hoping the magic thigh fixing fairy would wave her wand.
It was lovely and warm the next morning and we, once again, walked into the old town. It was so impressive it really ranks as yet another favourite and we would definitely recommend as a city break. I think walking the walls knowing that so recently they were under siege was a bit mind blowing. We both remembered hearing about the war when were in our early 20s but had forgotten that the town was under siege for 8 months with no water or electricity supply and was never taken . 21,000 people managed to survive the bombardment but we only saw 1 place that hadn’t been restored and so many brand new tiles. You expect to read about this from the Middle Ages but not from when you were 21. The Game of Thrones references were, of course, all over the place too and it made us think perhaps we ought to go back and finish season 2.
We really enjoyed our meal that evening over family FaceTime and a spot of lounging in the jacuzzi that was well used throughout the stay. The following day, we worked out and spent some more time in the jacuzzi before leaving to have a more laid back day around the local area, Lapad. We found a bar which reminded us very much of a Rossie family favourite in Thailand and then had dinner before boarding the overnight ferry to Bari- the most disorganised ferry loading ever. The little Juke was squashed between massive lorries. There was no wonder we were 2 hours late leaving despite boarding 3 hours before the advertised departure time😂.
The cabin we paid quite a lot for was pretty ropey – certainly not up to Brittany Ferry’s standards. Right next to the men’s loos and so we heard “that” all night! Getting off was a complete joke; 2 and a half hours after docking, we still couldn’t get to the car. There were Italian lorry drivers shouting at older ladies with suitcases trying to get through between vehicles and cars from the upper decks reversing round a curved ramp! Good job we weren’t in a hurry. Entertaining in its own way though. We did chat to a rather nice Danish man who was equally bemused and was doing a similar tour to us but on his own in his refurbed Volkswagen Beetle!
Rossies Go Roaming 