Adria kadabra

So the next morning we headed out to Zadar. This city makes a very friendly impression right from the start. Somewhere between medieval and modern, this city is both picturesque and cool. Shops with young, unknown labels next to cozy bakeries, everything rather calm, not touristy and perfect for us to sit out the morning heat with an ice coffee.

When we had enough of that, we admired a Soviet-style outdoor pool with a 7-meter diving tower right in the sea. Now we also knew what the guidebooks meant by 'concrete beaches'. Nevertheless, it has something.

We continued to the next campsite (Camp Baskopolje or something like that...), which revealed itself to us quite friendly from the highway. Basically a pine forest with toilets in between, perfect! We quickly found a place a little secluded, where our only neighbors were a cheeky brown squirrel and a cheeky, already quite brown, French guy who tried to scare us away: 'Les toilettes sont tout fermez!' (Because I was so excited that I understood the man, I almost forgot to be scared away, so I replied with a joyful 'Bonjour!!!', but further conversations were obviously not desired).

Anyway, our much more secluded spot was nicer and above all more practical, because you could save yourself the way to the toilet and just pee behind the van if it got tight at night.

In the evening we went to what the Croatians call a beach: a about 1 meter wide gravel bed and then at least beautifully blue water, behind it again a pine forest where we lay down for a short while. But the true beach feeling did not come up, so we went to the nearby beach bar and ate some very good stuff from the grill.

The next day was rather relaxed. We drove to a campsite just before Dubrovnik, hiked down to the local 'beach', swam and sunbathed on marble white pebbles. In the evening, we let the wind blow in the beautiful, elevated beach tavern and ate some regional and certainly sustainable delicacies and ended the day with Netflix (Finally WIFI again!!!).