Croatia.

We’re still here, there’s a great vibe about the place, and we’ve met up with some interesting English folk.

The local town Omnis is quaint, with cobbled back streets and a marina. There’s also a fruit veg market and a fish market.

So far we’ve travelled 3677 miles, which is about half way. Dubrovnik was our furthest eastern point and we’re 160 miles up the road from there. We’ve been in eleven countries, three of them twice, the Bosnian border was the only place where they scrutinised the passports, and first entry into Croatia, the guards there were the only one more interested in Helga than us.

Eating out has been as varied as the cost on sites, although thankfully the sites have generally been better than the food, especially east of Austria.

Today we’re going up the river in a boat to a restaurant set in a forest, I believe the trip takes us through a canyon.

Last night was fish night here, barbecued Mackeral or mixed grill from the bbq. Milan the owner walks about with what looks like a 6 bottle milk carrier with 6 litre bottles of differing home made grog. The good thing about these countries is the locals are free to produce their own illicit brews. The ones Milan has vary from strong to blow the head off. He sells his own home produced wine, the red being a bit like a very young sweet Shiraz and the white can be substituted for cleaning paint brushes.

I’m thinking the wines taste so young because they don’t get a chance to age.

Last night and again tonight the Bora Bora burst its way through the area.  It started with an amazing lightning storm, which lit up the whole bay and distant islands, followed by very strong winds, the unbelievably heavy rain, and the most raucous thunderstorm. The van rocked last night for all the wrong reasons, but the trusty earplugs saved the day. Or night!