Saturday, September 8, 2012

Well, we're back from Croatia and rested from the jet lag. The trip went smoothly, without any major hitches, but when you're away with two small kids, you can expect things to happen. Thankfully, only my older boy had some allergic reaction to something who knows, he broke into a rash from his armpits to his knees. And when did his rash had to be the worst? In the middle of the night, of course. On the island where the access to the doctor is minimal. Not that the doctor there is any good. Her answer to any urgent phone calls are "I'm on the beach now." So I lathered him in an anti-itch cream every household have and instantly his itching subsided and he fell asleep.. By morning he was clear. Yes, the cream contained a powerful antihistamine. In case you're wondering what is this miracle cream and your journey takes you to Croatia, ask in any pharmacy for Sinopen cream. Excellent for mosquitoes' bites.

So without any further ado, I'd like to get into the core of my blog post and show you around the island of Iz.
The only way to get there is by boat. Many lines run through the summer from Zadar, including ferry if you're intending to bring the car. Here's the view of the harbour while we waited for the ship Lara to leave.

This is my yacht (in my dreams) For those of you who read "Bonded by Crimson" Kate ran down this pier to catch a row boat that would take her across the bay to the Old Town.


And here's that boat, called Barkarjol.










After about half an hour of ship ride to the island, (not the tiny row dinghy), you'll pass under a bridge connecting two island, through the channel and out to the open sea again.














And another forty five minutes or so, the boat docks at the port Komoseva on Iz Mali. As you can see from the wake following the ship, we're leaving the island, but on Lara passengers are not allowed on the prow. So any pictures have to be taken from the stern or the sides. Look at the difference in the colour of the water, on the bottom picture, strong Bura wind (or Bora as known in some parts) was blowing.



Island has not changed much, still nothing there to do but hang on the beach, or in the local bars, or kill the time in company and good food and wine.


Or if you're so inclined, fishing is good. Though this picture reminds me of a local song that goes something like:
In a fisherman wet pants
For his dinner, he has no fare,
I don't want him, 
Mother of mine ...






A few local girls wearing their grandmas traditional peasant's dresses, minus designer's sunglasses and lollipops in their mouths, this is how girls dresses not that long ago. The dresses are known as fustian - a hard-wearing fabric of cotton mixed with flax or wool witha slight nap This was for the celebration of 70 years of anti-fascism uprising in which many perished and even more never returned from the WWII.
That's it folks! I could keep posting more and more but this blog would be endless. So let's leave some fun for later. Tune in again when I blog about our trip to Pula, the oldest European city, archaeologists estimate it to be about two hundred years older than Rome.












12 comments:

  1. The pictures are gorgeous. I'm glad you had a great trip and that your son made a quick recovery.

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    1. Thanks Kiru. I'm glad too. Thanks for stopping by.

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  2. It sounds like you had a wonderful time. The pictures are beautiful. Traveling with kids is always interesting but that's what makes life fun :) Looking forward to hearing more about the trip.

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    1. Yep, Debbie. And travelling with kids is "fun" if you want to call it that. Hope they'll remember at least one thing from this trip.

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  3. Love to see the pictures and hear about your homeland.

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    1. Thanks Bev. It's always fun to travel. Kids drove me insane and all they cared about was toys and stopping for drinks, which they didn't always drink and me not wanting to throw it what I paid for, would finish. I never drank that much Coke in my life.

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  4. Cool pics! What a fun trip...
    ;)

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    1. Hi Liv, yes it was a fun trip and hot, too. Thanks God , you could always jump in for a swim, providing you had your swimsuit on under the clothes.

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    1. Thanks Maggi. I'm glad you dropped by and enjoyed my post.

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  6. Ooo, I can't wait to hear about Pula...Love that kind of stuff. Nice pictures btw. Glad you had a nice trip.

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, Melania. I too love ancient history. Funny, couldn't stand it through school.

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