Whilst in Croatia, we made another return visit, this time to Plitvička Jezera (lakes). These are so good that it's inconceivable to drive near northern Croatia and not visit.
If I say that they are a collection of sixteen lakes, each at a different level - a cascade of lakes and then each one connected to the next by waterfalls and/or rushing torrents, you might get a sense of what they look like.
It's in a National Park, there are two entrances, you pick one and then use a combo of walking, small ferries and electric buses, to get around the lakes. They are all connected with paths, a few steps and a lot of board-walks. A total of 18km if you have enough legs.
It isn't possible to really convey the wonder of this spectacle in words or pictures. We managed to avoid pictures of other people, which by early afternoon was quite difficult as it got quite busy on the boardwalks. It was very hot, about 34C and there's no chance of a cool-off as its not allowed.
EVERYONE is taking photograhs and many with selfie sticks. I was ready to wrap one around a lad's neck after he nearly took my eye out. What is it with these things? Why do so many people want to take pictures of themselves? I don't get it!
There's obviously been an even bigger problem in the past with Herman Munster and he's not welcome any more...(old-timers, are you following me?).
The campsite we used is about 10km south of the southern entrance and it's run by the National Park. It is a lovely setting and again with terrific washing and toilet facilities.
There we met Phil and Jess from Melbourne, in their mid twenties I'd say and on a six month trip. They had bought a VW T5 in the UK and were doing their best to haul it to Portugal and Spain, then along the Med to here, before heading back, hoping for a quick sale and then back to work in Oz. I helped to remove a broken wing mirror and cobble together a repair that allowed the mirror to work and the passenger window to close! Result!
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