Packed up to leave, pleased that the Slovenian map had at last found a useful purpose for us but then discovered that sap had also dripped all over the windscreen and driver’s side mirror. Grrr.
We stopped at the Biograd tourist office on the way to the lake to get snorkelling gear and some details of the Boar riding we had seen in our Croatian National Parks guidebook. I had visions of us sitting, giggling atop a khaki inflatable raft being pulled round the outer shallows of the Vranska lake by a team of harnessed snorting boars. Ridiculous I know, but I couldn’t quite picture a child, let alone an adult, sat astride a wild boar (which, let’s face it, aren’t huge creatures) holding onto miniature reins and trotting through the wetlands. Given the blank look, followed by the poorly hidden smirk from the woman in the tourist office, I am going to assume that it was a most unfortunate guidebook translation error and should have read ‘Boat Riding’.
Slightly despondent, I spent the rest of the day at the Lake campsite repeating my reading mistake.
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins