On the Island of Murter

After negotiating a very steep tricky road out of the campsite we crossed the bridge onto Murter this morning and headed straight towards Murter Town. We could see last nights campsite across the water…it’s really weird to go onto a little island in the motorhome. The town looked quite old in one part …a bit like a French village with all the stone houses. All the narrow streets seemed to lead out to little boat moorings. We saw a very old man dragging a load of fruit boxes along the street – all tied around his waist! Guy said he was doing penance for something, but it just looked like his usual means of shifting stuff from a to b to me!! Thought we’d drive to Slanica Beach for lunch but it’s obviously a very popular place as it was absolutely rammed. We followed another motorhome up a very narrow path, not realising it was leading to a campsite. Poor Guy had to negotiate people, trees, parked motorbikes and oncoming traffic – all very close to the edge of the sea -nightmare! It was full anyway 😂 but all we wanted to do was turn around! Miraculously, we got out and headed to the quieter beach at Cigrada which is just as lovely with a view out to the islands. We paid for the car park then once we’d had a look around, asked if it was ok to stay overnight and to our surprise he said ‘of course!’ Lovely afternoon sat on a rock. It became a bit overcast so not too hot. Rufus then insisted that we take him for an Aperol Spritz …no point arguing with him – he’ll only sulk!