Lazy Day in Krk

Thursday 15th September 1983

Another lazy day! We got up at about 08:30 hrs. and the woman who runs this place was nowhere to be seen, and neither was breakfast, which we didn’t know whether to expect or not. We walked down to the sea front and bought a couple of yoghurts each and had a couple of coffees each (klein) at the bow-tied waiters café. We then attempted some bike maintenance. This was limited to oiling a few bits and pieces as we had less tools than we thought. Then, armed with some fruit juice we hit the “beach”.

Today we went left (when facing the sea front) and found a concrete platform on a quiet bit of the coast (which is very stony). Here we read, basked in the sun and swam as topless women appeared on either side of us. With the aid of George’s goggles swimming in the clear sea was a treat. We watched shoals of fish grazing on the rocks in the shallow waters. It was if you were flying above valleys and hills looking down upon guppies and angel fish darting about.

When we got bored we walked back into town and gorged on bread, cheese spread, tomatoes, biscuits, chocolate spread and the sardine cocktails that had become our staple diet. Just before our lunch we had written postcards in a café while drinking Coke surrounded by people feasting on chips and kebabs. We then went right, along the sea front to our favoured concrete pier of yesterday. Here we swam, read our books, and dozed again. Walking back into town we were given a lift in a rickety trailer pulled by a little tractor driven by a local. We returned to our room via the Tourist Buro to ask about ferries. After a short while we made our usual pilgrimage to the sea front to watch the sun set with a bottle of wine.

The wine put us in a merry mood and we talked of a marvellous re-union party with our friends on our return. The wine also weakened our resolve to stick to a strict budget and we went to a restaurant for a slap-up mixed grill, mixed salad and chips. It was hungrily devoured and we came back to our bedroom full and content. The religious hymn singing club was again in full swing outside our window.