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!