Once Lizzies stitches or rather staples were removed we were able to continue into Croatia from the Border lands!
The removal was a traumatic time as several of the clips were well into the nerves so were extremely painful to get out. And of course by Sod’s law, they were also the ones that refused to come out cleanly, intensifying the pain.
Anyway, we got the tent down and moved onto Croatia’s biggest island, Krk (pronounced Kirk). The site is huge and almost entirely populated by Germans! Apparently, from a conversation with an Irish accented German from London (!), most of these would normally have gone to Spain but as this is closed to them at the moment, and Croatia is just about the only place they can go, everyone of them is here!
Krk is very rocky and forested and quite dramatic and there are few roads so the ones that are here get very busy. Krk town is beautiful, with very narrow, quaint streets with arty shops and boutiques. We got talking to a lovely lady on the market who has a little Fairy Garden Stall and was selling hand-made jewellery from resin. Tiny little slices of fruit and beads all hand made!
Took a run down to the very bottom of the island to an almost purpose-built resort called Basko. Beautiful little place at the end of a fertile Vally hemmed in by dramatic mountains.