We almost didn´t go to Croatia, as we´d heard that wild camping is illegal and that the authorities are super strict and take some sort of peverse pleasure in rooting out campers and making life miserable. But then we decided just to go and see how it was, and if it sucked, we´d just keep moving through quickly. And OMG am I glad that we decided to go because since leaving Portugal and her glorious Atlantic coastline, this was the first place that we stopped and looked at each other and declared that “we could live here”. Croatia is incredibly beautiful, in a way that defies description. I am writing this almost a year after our time here and I want to go back so badly that it is actually painful… I look at these photos and feel a knot of longing in my stomach.
We arrived in September so the holiday crowds were thinning out, which I think helped as the beaches weren´t as crowded and although we took pains to hide ourselves at night, we didn´t encounter any horrible authorities who wanted to fine us and on some of the more remote islands, people really didn´t care and we didn´t even bother to hide. We also stayed with our amazing friend Irene in Zagreb, who introduced us to her 2 gorgeous little girls, fed us copious amounts of red wine and took us out for the best (literally, THE BEST) squid ink risotto I´ve ever eaten… and I don´t even really like risotto, so thats really saying something. Irene was also responsible for getting us hooked on Game of Thrones by downloading all of the series onto our computer for us to watch on the road, so all in all Croatia was a life changing experience. I would go back in a heart-beat and cannot imagine that we almost didn´t visit.