We crossed to the island of Cres on the car ferry and drove past a slew of FKK campgrounds seeking out a nice spot to camp with no clear destination. Most campgrounds were not to our liking, being setup for campervan-city living. Not really our speed. Anne found us a beautiful spot called Valun that was just the ticket. A tiny village hugging the coast with a tiny campground that was about to close in four days. We scoped out the campground and made a snap decision to go upmarket and rent a nice little apartment for three nights in Valun.
|VIEWING OUR DESTINATION, THE ISLAND OF CRES|
|SIGHTSEEING ON THE 45TH PARALLEL, HALFWAY BETWEEN THE NORTH POLE AND THE EQUATOR|
|CAR FERRY ARRIVES FROM CRES|
|LOCAL FISHERMAN RETURNS|
|VALUN BEER CAPERS|
|REMIND ME TO SAIL BACK HERE ANNE|