Oct 19 Brestova, HR to Island Cres

47km

We woke early to catch the ferry to Island Cres. We were instantly charmed by this island as we began the slow rise into high ridge line that runs down it. Hand stacked rock walls made their mysterious prescence widely known to us as we worked our way up the hill. They existed everywhere; in the most absurd locations, where building them must have been a lifetimes worth of labor and appeared as though with a single gust would tumble to the ground.

We found a hole in one of the walls and wandered in to find a really nice secluded campsite. We stole some rocks from the walls and built a tall fire pit to keep our fire from wandering into the dry grasses.

Wersja Poska 10.20.09

Wyspy Chorwacji uslane sa drzewami oliwnymi (ktore sa wlasnie w sezonie i sama sie przekonalam, ze prosto z drzewa sa wstretnie gorzkie!!). Male poletka pokryte trawa lub onisto pomaranczowo gleba pocwiartkowane sa plotkami z kamieni. Wydaje sie, ze ktos uklada je porzadkujac wszystkie kamienie na wyspie, a jest ich sporo! Panuje niesamowity lad. Czasami niewiadomo co te ploty oddzielaja szczegolnie gdy polozone sa na niesamowicie stromych zboczach oddzielajac jedna bezuzyteczna czesc gory od drugiej. Towarzyszy nam wiatr, a przydrozne owce czasami witaja nas beczeniem.

Tea Time by sheep ampitheater

City of Cres

Ripe Fig from the tree