Day 18 - Novigrad to Pag Island Camp (85km)
When people talk about Croatia, they talk about the islands and the coastline. I'd had my fill of (traffic laden, suicidal) mainland coastline between Dubrovnik and Trogir. With this in mind, we decided to hit the islands to discover what all of the fuss was about.
Pag island survives purely on tourism. Well, tourism...and cheese. To be honest, there is nothing particularly special about Pag island cheese...except, perhaps, that it sweats a lot (though that's probably due to the fact that it is too hot here to be eating cheese).
On the tourism side, Pag seems to be the destination for wealthy Croatians, Russians, Eastern Europeans and Italians. This means fast cars (though the traffic is MUCH lighter and less threatening than on the mainland) and horrible fashion (coming from a girl who has worn spandex every day for the last 3 weeks).
I imagine that Pag was a nice refuge a few decades ago, but tourism has left its mark. One such mark is outrageously priced campgrounds. The campground in the town in which we'd hoped to finish today was 40 euros. 40 euros for a spot in the grass! And there were people paying much more than this for "premium" locations. It wasn't even a nice location or town.
We continued on to find bush camp somewhere. The rocky geography, abundance of sheep, and diminishing daylight made this a rather difficult mission. Ultimately, we asked a lady if we could pitch out tent in her yard (grassy parking lot) and she obliged.
As we go to sleep under the stars, we can we can hear some clubs pumping music across the bay. Sound carries well here. Thankfully, we are tired.
Pag island survives purely on tourism. Well, tourism...and cheese. To be honest, there is nothing particularly special about Pag island cheese...except, perhaps, that it sweats a lot (though that's probably due to the fact that it is too hot here to be eating cheese).
On the tourism side, Pag seems to be the destination for wealthy Croatians, Russians, Eastern Europeans and Italians. This means fast cars (though the traffic is MUCH lighter and less threatening than on the mainland) and horrible fashion (coming from a girl who has worn spandex every day for the last 3 weeks).
I imagine that Pag was a nice refuge a few decades ago, but tourism has left its mark. One such mark is outrageously priced campgrounds. The campground in the town in which we'd hoped to finish today was 40 euros. 40 euros for a spot in the grass! And there were people paying much more than this for "premium" locations. It wasn't even a nice location or town.
We continued on to find bush camp somewhere. The rocky geography, abundance of sheep, and diminishing daylight made this a rather difficult mission. Ultimately, we asked a lady if we could pitch out tent in her yard (grassy parking lot) and she obliged.
As we go to sleep under the stars, we can we can hear some clubs pumping music across the bay. Sound carries well here. Thankfully, we are tired.
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