I found Opatija a rather noisy city and
when fireworks went off at midnight the first night we slept there, I got quite
a fright. With reminders of the war all
over the country I didn't know what to expect and believe it or not, friend
Karin, slept through it all. There I was
not knowing whether to run in my PJ’s without her, wake her up to run with me…….
No one knows where the two of us would run to or just await death in a hotel
room.
Half past 8 our bus left for Pula where we
had a stunning tour guide, Erika, taking us to the amphitheater.
Done here we went further to Rovijn where
Erika went on to tell us all about St Eufemia in whose honor a church was
built. This was a Christian girl who was
fed to the lions because of her religion and according to the stories even though
the lions killed her, they never ate her but only licked her feet.
Then it was back to Opatija where with its 12 km long promenade running next to the Adriatic ocean.
Back in Opatija we decided we had to try
out a shooter Erika told us about called Meditsa and had time to enjoy our last
day as tourists in Croatia which obviously included a couple more foreign
drinks.
After an extremely early rise the following
day, we drove back to Trogir to catch our flight to Istanbul. There we had to wait for more than 10 hours
for our connecting flight to Johannesburg which meant Turkish airlines provided
us with a hotel in Istanbul. This we
hardly used as we wanted to explore what we could for the
short while we've been there.
Not
much happening on a Sunday in Istanbul though (when you don’t have your own
transport I suppose) so we settled for drinks in the hotel garden. Fellow Bloemfonteiner, Marti was clued up
about the drinks and we tried as many as we could.
Home sweet home, touching money we’re
familiar with and quitting our drinking habits before the men got to fetch us!
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