A tourist on the Adriatic
Back in Zadar, Myla and I embarked on some good old fashioned tourism. I’m really straying from the pervue of this blog now though so I’ll keep the words short and focus on the pretty pictures.
Zadar is a small, old city with a beautiful sunset. A unique feature is the Sea Organ, which takes air pushed through the pipes by the waves to play soothing chords from grates in the paving on the seafront.
From there we took a day trip to the Krka Waterfalls.
… and the Plitvice Lakes. Both these national parks are phenomena of the karst landscape. The soluble limestone and dolomite is fed on by algae which encrusts plants and rocks below the water, creating barriers then waterfalls over time. The turqoise colour of the water is also due to the dissolved minerals within.
From Zadar we put ourselves and my bike on a bus to Split. Split has a beautiful old town set within the walls of the Diocletian’s Palace. Diocletian was the Roman Emperor to precede Constantine and the first ruler ever known to retire. He built this Palace to live out the rest of his years and it has been occupied, and thus maintained, ever since, making it an exceptionally well conserved piece of living, ancient history. Split was beautiful but touristic, it’s port teeming with cruise ships.
Next we took a ferry to Hvar, the largest town on Hvar island. A beautiful seafront and old town but expensive and this time teeming with luxury yachts.
We took a boat trip out to the further islands. The Blue Cave was a highlight; a unique phenomenon caused by light only entering through the underwater entrance in the morning, throwing shimnering, blue phosphorescence over the walls. You duck to squeeze through the entrance on the other side in the boat.
We agreed that the Adriatic coast was beautiful but too expensive and touristic. We missed Turkish friendliness and cuisine dearly. For these reasons I decided to skip Dubrovnik; I would take a ferry back to the mainland and cycle homewards. Myla would take a ferry to Dubrovnik and then to Italy. So after six weeks of travelling together we part ways. Myla is returning to South Korea after studying and working in the States so it is unsure whether we will meet again, though we remain hopeful. At least I’ll have the cycling to take my mind off things.