Orebic is Pronounced Or-uh-Beech
Trip Start Aug 01, 2006
35Trip End Dec 29, 2006
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Paying the bus driver 20 Kunas for storing our luggage we boarded the bus with a young German couple and left for the coastal town of Orebic. This is Croatian wine country and the dry rocky landscape was dotted with small grape vineyards and pine trees. As we threaded through a high mountain pass we looked down and saw a harbor town nestled in the crevice of a two ominous cliffs. Excited with curiosity we vowed to try going back to this town to explore it.
With the hiss of the air breaks the bus pulled into the harbor and we headed to the phone to confirm our lodging plans. The tour guy was obliging and picked us up at the harbor and we drove out to the edge of town in a struggling, luggage-filled Ford Fiesta
The town has a long road that follows the coastline and is sprinkled with the usual assortment of churches, nick knack stores and restaurants. One afternoon we spent eating lunch at a restaurant while watching a novice windsurfer continuously fall, get up and try again. I noticed others were watching him because when he fell an "ahh" of sympathy would pulse through the tables. After leaving we smelled something like poo and it was. One member of our party had gone poo in their diaper.3 We picked a small umbrella-filled outside bar to violate their bathroom and to have our afternoon beer. We were in luck because the windsurfer under no other propulsion than the current had drifted in front of the bar
Our spirits were rejuvenated partly because of the weather improving and partly because it was a relaxing town offering nothing that we absolutely had to see.
1. As an arrogant American I expected him to speak perfect English while I only spoke two words of Croatian and one of them not too well.
2. If we don't get any feedback to the log I will post a picture.