Journey: Nope, still here
Distance: 0 km
Campsite for the night: Falkensteiner Premium Camping Zadar
YouTube link: Days 15 & 16

Today was our final day at the Zadar campsite and our final day by the coast. We have thoroughly enjoyed our time in Zadar, helped by the fact that the campsite has been splendid. The facilities are truly excellent, although one thing I’ve not mentioned previously is the music in the showers and toilets. Often sites will play some background music to give some privacy I imagine. However, the music here has been especially standout. At the start of the day, the beats are quite chilled — reminiscence of a 90s chillout album. As the day progresses, the music gets a lot more dancy, ending in a full on rave by the time you clean your teeth at bedtime. I’m still not sure how I feel about it, but I definitely miss it when there’s no music at all!

This morning, the weather was still a bit miserable after the storm, so we headed off in the van to Decathalon (to buy swimming costumes for our upcoming rafting day — we only had bikini tops and shorts with us) and to do a bigger shop to get us through until we get to Austria as we’re quite busy over the next few days and in smaller places. It turns out that the bit of Slovenian I learnt is also useful in Croatia, as a lot of the words are the same or at least very similar, so I’m a dab hand at reading the ingredients list now on the back of packets. Sadly this just means buying bread is a real chore, because they all seem to have eggs and milk in them.

Driving around Zadar also made us realise it’s quite a bit bigger than is obvious from the bits we’ve seen. And it wasn’t much fun, with lots of busy junctions, swapping lanes etc!

Back at the campsite, we debated whether to go swimming or not in either the sea or the pool, but the water felt cold and the wind was cooler, so we decided against it — but not before I saw more than I wanted to! On the campsite map, there was the main pool, and a smaller adults only pool that we thought could be more sheltered. As we wandered to find it, it crossed my mind that it might be nudist but I dismissed that thought because the campsite rules were very clear that although the sauna was nudist, you had to wear clothes in the pools. Anyway, up to the high fence I strode and peered through, seeing a few people on sun loungers and a tiny pool, and then a man appeared walking towards me. I turned quickly, declaring to Emma I’d just seen an old man’s todger, and off we went.

We then had a very relaxing couple of hours reading on sun loungers by the sea.