“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
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
Day 115 - 27th August, Thursday. Dubrovnik.
Thankfully the guards simply waved us through the border check points at both ends. But when we got to Dubrovnik to buy the ferry ticket, we discovered it doesn’t go direct to Igoumenitsa as the map suggested, and that, much to our annoyance, we have to go back to Italy to get to Greece. Grrr. So we bought a place on Saturday’s evening ferry bound for Bari (The Marko Polo) and headed into Dubrovnik town to find the ‘Solitudo’ campsite. Close to the beach, full of all nationalities, (including plenty of mad Aussies) and a free wifi zone at reception.