Uglijan

Uglijan, right up in the north of the 22 km long island, we parked in the Marijo auto camp. We wanted to be by the water again and take our feet off the pedals and put them up. However, Kristin's feet were then up to her torso. The rest of the body too. Sick for another day. The weather remained warm but the wind increased. We had a good night's sleep on the bus at night. Maybe force 8 winds. A new experience. Advantage to the tent: Nothing can tear, no pegs can be picked up, no lines can get knotted. Lightning rods are also installed in the bus.

The next day was like in paradise. At 10 in the morning there was almost no wind, summer temperatures and finally swimming in the crystal clear Adriatic water. Kristin felt so good again that we unfolded the folding bikes and explored the north of the island. Beautiful, quiet corners, piers and small (but closed) restaurants. But also, like everywhere else in the world where it is beautiful, there are houses carved into the stone with closed shutters. You can also buy beauty here. Can you feel better about owning them......?

The port of the village of Uglijan welcomes you with two symmetrically arranged columns. Pillars of consumption. On the right Studenac, on the left Konzum. Both equally small, both at the same angle, both equally frequented by the locals. We also shop and then settle down in the adjacent pub to eat pizza and drink red wine. The pizza is delicious and we don't have to decide much about the wine. There is only one. It actually tastes really good. By the way, this is ultimately billed in decilitres drunk. One costs €1.20.

Although we don't speak the language, we make superficial contact with a crew of craftsmen at the next table and are generally served very friendly.

After another day - the weather became a little more changeable again - we packed our things on Thursday and drove back to the mainland across the wonderful blue waters of the Adriatic. Coffee on the ferry and then off to Trogir.