“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, 26 August 2009

Day 106 – 18th August, Tuesday – Lakes to Starigrad

We left around 11am as soon as the washing was done and drove through the mountains to the coast opposite the Mars-like, treeless island of Pag (famous, apparently, for its salty cheese made from the milk of herb-fed sheep). Then headed South to Starigrad where we stocked up; the only fruit and veg that seem to be in abundance at the moment are anaemic (but very tasty), green peppers and huge salad tomatoes. We found a campsite and took the only available pitch some 20 yards from the water’s edge before heading into town to watch the sunset with a beer. As usual, one beer turned into four or five and we tottered back after midnight – starving.

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