The Day of the Jackal

Well, the night of the jackals actually! There was the weirdest howling sound in the night – sounded like a very large pack of wolves howling. Coupled with a strong smell of smoke (Guy says soot!) blowing in from time to time, I thought the forest fire was encroaching. After checking out of the windows for any orange glows, I finally went to sleep. This morning I looked up on tinternet to find out exactly what were the wolflike howlings on the Peljesac Peninsular. Turns out they’re packs of Golden Jackals…so pleased Rufus was out for the count! Making our way down the peninsula, we called at Potomje to try the Dingac wine. It was very expensive,but very nice, so we’ve bought a bottle to put away for Christmas Day….let’s hope it makes it! 😂 We saw a bottle outside one of the caves that looked about the right size for us – see photo! On the advice of the sales assistant, we drove through a tiny tunnel to look at the vineyards the other side …it was a proper tunnel!! On to Zuljana, via a steep mountainous road that led to a spectacular view by a monument to the fallen in the 2nd World War. Around the back of it were the names of those from the local villages along with some text mentioning Yugoslavia and Tito, not sure what it said but someone had either taken a chisel or a few bullets to it…although the hammer and sickle remained😮. A tiny road hugged the cliff side then to Zuljana, a beautiful, empty little seaside spot with turquoise water, then back up the hill and down to Ston. We’d read about walking round Ston’s city walls ..only 3km, so we thought we’d do it. Wow 😮- it was so steep (49 floors according to my phone which is spying on me!). Thank God there was a rail all the way round or it would’ve turned into another Obidos! Even Guy’s legs were hurting and he regularly (used to) churns out 80 miles on the bike! The 3km turned out to be one way and we came out in the next village, Mali Stom and had to walk back along the road. We’ve driven a bit further south now, down the coastal road where we spotted a motorhome on a beach almost hidden from view so we’ve driven down and joined them. We even found a bit of decking to sit on and watch the sun set.