Wonderful Cres & beautiful Lošinj

Yack!

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I like this camp. In the last one I thought I might turn into an old, fat German and almost got depressed for a day. I could stay in Martinščica the whole month and I haven’t even seen the beach yet. The signal light we’ve just broken because of the bad turn judgement was already forgotten. (not a bad judgment, the tree moved). Rationalising these kinda minor material things are not ruining our days any more. We scream and shout for a few minutes, Zvono raises his paw and then we’re back to our peace.
I’m trying to make Igor join me for an evening swim since the sea is so cold your senses get numb and you can feel the cold only by deep and uneven heartbeats (and the fact that it’s cold). We’re enjoying the sunset while Zvono is carefully observing us from the shore. Despite his warm furry coat he’s not even considering soaking a paw into anything liquid. Maybe a random dolphin could make him jump in but he's never really learned how to swim so his slapping the water surface looks ridiculous.
There’s no better formula for a good sleep than a cold body so we woke up the next morning full of energy. My vision for the day was a long and easy jog from bay to bay and testing the water temperature in each of them (trust me, it is equally cold everywhere). Igor’s vision on the other hand was researching new trails for the upcoming Cres-Lošinj Trail we’re organizing this fall. To make us both happy, Igor left the real plan for himself and I didn’t pick up the hint why Zvono can’t come with us this time.
The first bay, Velika Slatina, was breathtaking and I kept running back and forth, probably to soak the experience as much as possible (and so I take a picture of you) since I knew we have to keep going. Crystal clear water in the noon sunlight looked like 100 Instagram likes. We continue following the path by the sea and I’m already falling behind Mr. ’I -don’t- care- if- I’m- bleeding’. Once again we’re on his terrain and he’s having no trouble finding his way through the rocks and bushes while I’m getting stuck in every branch and getting hooked on every thorn. At this point my vision is still relatively on point and we’re soon coming in a new bay called Rt Breg. I’m not accepting not to get getting in in this one so Igor is waiting for me in the shade while I do my usual 10 minutes of wondering and walking in the shallows. Although I want to stay here longer too, he promises me there are a few more nicer bays ahead of us (I’m probably lying, I have no idea what’s ahead of us) so we continue through the woods to the bay we cannot name but it surpasses the last two bays by it’s beauty. Smooth, white pebbles, turquoise sea, idyllic shades, one boat and two foreigners. We don’t feel like interrupting their peace so we shortly gaze at the horizon (I was looking at the naked tourist) and move on to the beach were I was promised swimming. We climb over the rock and finally reach the beautiful empty bay. There is a big rock sticking out in the middle of the bay so I decided it might be a good time to break loose of my fear of heights. I climb on the meter high end and start thinking whether I should jump head or feet first. Although Igor is not a big fan of cold water, we’re soon both frying in the sun like two lizards.
This is the moment my reality stops and Igor’s begins. Our goal is to find a new path to the top of the island so we head up by following Igor’s intuition straight onto talus. I do understand we have to climb 400 meters of altitude but my stupidity keeps me safe and I start imagining escalators. The rocks are rolling under our feet and I realize we’ve been moving for 3 hours already, civilization is nowhere near and we have no water. I’m not panicking, since being uncomfortable for a few hours is nothing new to me, so I switch into survival mode and keep pretending I’m a mountain goat (pretending?). We’re getting under the top cliff and finally get on the marked path while leaving the depth behind us. Half an hour went by fast making jokes about well chosen route and we’re already drinking liter of water each on the Lubenice square. Now it’s been 4 hours since we started, our legs are shaky and there are 10 more kilometers until we make it home. Ironically, the fact we know the way back and we can run made us happy. We’re stepping over pine cones and our legs are getting lighter. The smell of pines is helping me ignore the stomach grunting so I get into a delightful trance which brought me back home. Our easy jog went for almost 7 hours. Nothing new.

Today is Igor making dinner (as usual). It’s his fault the day went by so fast and I had no time for housework.

Let's get out of here, it's awful!