Day 61: Slack

Date: Wednesday 28th May
Staying: Camping Zelena Laguna – Porec, Croatia
Distance Travelled: 0 Miles
Song of the day: I Wanna Be a Nudist – Regurgitator

I have come to a startling conclusion. I don’t really like this part of Croatia. It’s weird too, because it’s not something I can really put my finger on. It’s just a feeling.

It was actually hard to find a campsite, not because there weren’t heaps of them, but because most were Naturist. There is a proliferation of them along this coast, something I wish I had checked before we were on our way. As we crossed the border into Croatia (still an old fashioned border crossing here, but still no-one putting stamps in your passport), there is a sign advertising the major attractions of the area, Naturism is in the top 4. No worries, us prudish non-naturists ;-) managed to find a place that had limited its naturists to one quarter of the beach.

It’s not real beach though, unless it’s imported from Italy. There was no sand in sight (except on the beach volleyball court), and the naturists appeared to be given the best bit of beach, with the best view (I think something is conspiring against us here), so we were stuck with the not so nice bit. No worries, we could still take a dip and lie in the sun. And as the temperature was cracking well over 30, it was needed.

No-one actually makes you feel overly welcome here either. Whether it was the girl behind the counter at reception, or the lady serving in the market, none of them are particularly rude, but you get the impression that they really would rather not have to deal with you, even though they are being paid to. It also didn’t help that we seemed to be the most fascinating thing in Croatia; everywhere we went people were eyeing us up. I couldn’t work out whether it’s because we were plainly not naturists, or because red heads are a rarity in Croatia, but it was a little disconcerting.

It wasn’t a hard decision to head to Slovenia tomorrow.