Had a lovely week in Dubrovnik with Sarah. We got back from Gatwick late last night and we’ll be driving out to Wales in a couple of hours, so theres only time to bung a few quick recollections here.
Hot and cold running kittens on every street corner. Not sure what this says about the life expectancy of Dubrovnik’s cats, but the place was crawling with affectionate feral kittens.
We were lucky enough to sit on a clifftop bar and watch an electrical storm rolling in over the sea at night. Should you visit Dubrovnik, Buza is a bar on the cliff face outside the walls of the old town with an amazing sea view. The only signage for the place inside the town is a wooden sign marked “Cold Drinks”, it’s well worth a visit.
We really liked Levanat - a pretty nice restaurant in the Babin Kuk area of Dubrovnik, at the end of a scenic and kitten infested path alongside the sea.
Also: Patchily repaired stuffed bears with Sellotape claws. The sandy beach on Lopud. The Napoleonic Fort on Lokrun. The pond at Trsteno, full of fat green frogs and goldfish. Fried Squid. The number 6 bus - like clockwork every five minutes between our apartment and the old town.
The Croatians are enormously proud of their wine, and exclude all other countries offerings from their menus. Overheard at an adjacent table in an otherwise lovely restaurant:
French Lady: Is there something wrong with this wine? Is it supposed to taste like this?
Waitress: Yes, that’s how it should taste.
French Lady: Are you sure? I don’t want to get ill….
After trying a few bottles we decided it all had an aftertaste of gasoline, so switched to beer for the last few days.
Dubrovnik is pretty poor for shopping, nothing of value to tourists seems to get produced in Croatia. The locals seem to be impressed with shoddy Italian goods, which retail at ridiculously high prices.
I’m a big fan of interesting bugs. Croatia is home to irridescent green beetles as big as the end joint of your thumb, and trees full of noisy cicadas.
That’s all for at least a week. Bye.