Erotika!
Eight days paddling in Croatia - Rab Island.
My quest to find a sport that allows me to wander without knees may be partially over... but still need to find a way to do it from my front door... Croatia took a bit longer to get to.
Delayed two days by crazy winds - the 'Burra' rips down from the mountains across the normally placid clear turquoise waters turning them white with spray and salt. It can even whip up huge salt clouds over the water that can suffocate those caught out.
It was in these conditions that I jumped off the bus at the junction for the Jablanac ferry; as it turned out - just a gas station the size of a coffee table and a concrete bunker complete with requisite urine-pong. So I stood alongside the road trying not to get blown out into traffic waiting for my pick up.
A car pulled up with the Sea-Kayak-Croatia logo and I hopped in. "Incromprehensible language something something... Poppa de Jogi... something something" Good to meet you sir! He was the classic Croatian old dude; healthy stocky paunch and heavy brown tan across his balding pate, whitey-white handlebar moustache and a smile. After clarifying that I didn't speak Croatian, German or Italian and he didn't speak English, Spanish or Portuguese we chatted delightfully for the trip down to the ferry and all the way across, being rocked not so gently by the white waters - interspersed with mutually intelligible exclamations "Burra!" "Catastrophe!" "Brrr!"
When we finally pulled up at the house, he grinned, winked and made the universal hand gesture one makes if one is to entice another to drink. Another chuckle and a bottle of very home-made looking amber liquid appears. After a little glass he pours another and laughs, "Erotika! Viagra!" complete with another well known gesture. Then he wandered off. Welcome to Rab!
My quest to find a sport that allows me to wander without knees may be partially over... but still need to find a way to do it from my front door... Croatia took a bit longer to get to.
Delayed two days by crazy winds - the 'Burra' rips down from the mountains across the normally placid clear turquoise waters turning them white with spray and salt. It can even whip up huge salt clouds over the water that can suffocate those caught out.
It was in these conditions that I jumped off the bus at the junction for the Jablanac ferry; as it turned out - just a gas station the size of a coffee table and a concrete bunker complete with requisite urine-pong. So I stood alongside the road trying not to get blown out into traffic waiting for my pick up.
A car pulled up with the Sea-Kayak-Croatia logo and I hopped in. "Incromprehensible language something something... Poppa de Jogi... something something" Good to meet you sir! He was the classic Croatian old dude; healthy stocky paunch and heavy brown tan across his balding pate, whitey-white handlebar moustache and a smile. After clarifying that I didn't speak Croatian, German or Italian and he didn't speak English, Spanish or Portuguese we chatted delightfully for the trip down to the ferry and all the way across, being rocked not so gently by the white waters - interspersed with mutually intelligible exclamations "Burra!" "Catastrophe!" "Brrr!"
When we finally pulled up at the house, he grinned, winked and made the universal hand gesture one makes if one is to entice another to drink. Another chuckle and a bottle of very home-made looking amber liquid appears. After a little glass he pours another and laughs, "Erotika! Viagra!" complete with another well known gesture. Then he wandered off. Welcome to Rab!
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