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The road crank back and forth to the mountains along the blue of the Adriatic sea, and if you do not straddle the white line drive not feel like you have any time over a cliff and caught fathom going on some bathers could end up. Fortunately, we have a small car and when an a bus or truck from scratch you hurry you neatly sidestep to your own side - right.
The villages lie like beads strung around every corner and you want to stop a better picture of a better bay. Omis with Cetinarivier by ravines his feet sticking in the oceanic waters. A long beach drab, but the Croats's "Pride & Joy", because there is sand, but rare and most beaches are actual outcrops or small round stones. If you have an hour lying you look like your maselfoto Sub B - full of dots printed from the stones and sharp points.
The first stopover fire is Makarska - a sizeable holiday town with rows of palm trees against inappropriate fire Riva, many "made in China" stalls full of ugly yskasmagnete, fire "bright" sunglasses and a swim shoe racks (the stones). A Turn to the nearest travel agent assured an apartment for the night and the photos seem short of five star. The agent, however, forgot to mention that on the third floor and no lift at all.
The apartment building is tucked in a corner of the old original town under a Cafe / bar for the locals. Within our stopover decorated in shades of autumn and kantdoilies, but the balcony has a beautiful view of the harbor and the bedding is at least crisp and clean. Among the TV hides a clay sculpture of a very fat lady in a swimsuit - so therefore the right place for me and my friend who both love the fun in life and often struggle to find rekbandbroeke.
Under our window socialize men vessies pt shorts on the cafe / bar's patio and it is very clear that the beer quite a while, here served. It sings, swinging arms and slapping each other on the shoulders and between sigaretrookwolke Oliver's music notes.
The singing is suddenly more luidrigtig and an accordion pull loose with two guitars as support. We leaned over the balcony wall and while the crowd now gathered. A wedding couple and all their guests standing outside the cafe / bar and sing Croatian folk songs.
Our girls are seasoned farmers and bridegroom sit right down to the gloria. Under the groom pours beer for everyone from a barrel and the bride waving her red-rose bouquet high above her head - all in time to the music. fire The bride's hair is short / blonde and weggeskeer against the ears. She wore a silk, ivory katpak with wide pipes punch over fine point shoes. The guests dancing arm in arm on the square in anything from jeans to satin and lurex.
The band started moving down to the harbor and walk all singing along through the narrow streets, past the widow with black clothes, in front of the town hall a block or so away. There are still sung and the bride dancing now with a little girl in a red-and-white blomrokkie. The groom is hooked to his buddies and had a little boy on his shoulders. Someone offers the modern bride a cigarette and sipping his smoldering behind her Ray Ban sunglasses.
Sunset we wandered over boats, hear the wedding guests laughing and eating bowls of ice cream before dinner. The sun was low and three children are black silhoeete on a bench at the beach. We eat cevapcici (meat fingers) and drinking homemade wine and know that tonight there are a married couple more on earth.
Wonderful traveled together, thanks.
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