One of our friends told us that he spent a week end in Kravice. Apparently, a beauty spot not many people have heard of. Indeed, he was right as we were told about it by the word of the mouth. We wanted to go to Kravice just to see what it looked like in early spring and while we were heading in that direction we decided to visit Medjugorje. Our ride was a pleasant one, the roads were almost empty, I guess the people stayed in the town and it had something to do with the fact that it was Sunday, a rather holly day in Croatia. Those who planned to go in the countryside have done so on Friday and Saturday.
We visited Medjugorje first, and it was buzzing with people who have come from all over the world to pay homage to the Virgin Mary., as far as Brazil and Philippines. I have to say that all members of our team felt the spiritual harmony despite the fact that some of them are atheists.
We decided to have a picnic lunch, spreading our blankets on one Kravice's meadows. As always we were touched by unprecedented beauty of the place which has all resemblance of Plitvice park but on the smaller scale.
Happy and spiritually enlightened we were of our way to our beloved Dubrovnik.
Medjugorje and Kravice were indeed shore excursions to remember!
Monday, March 26, 2007
From Mostar with Love...
We set off on expedition read business trip to meet up with some of our partners.The whole journey happened to be more challenging that the conquest of Mont Everest. All in all it was well worthed. Our first stop was a village of Trsteno. Many have heard of his Arboretum and its status as a summer residence of counts which had been ruling Dubrovnik Republic in the golden age of renaissance. However, what really made an impression on us was the actual village pier and the whole descend to it. This is really a typical example of the fact that Croatia is the last quiet corner of the Mediterranean where local tradition together with beauty spots remain untarnished.
Inspired , and re-fuelled in spiritual sense we continued our journey towards Hutovo Blato, an oasis of nature, a home to various birds, to attend a meeting with the park's management. Little did we know that the route which we took was a rather adventurous, having realized in the middle of our drive that this is the longer way to our destination. Never mind, was our way of consoling ourselves. The more we drove, the more we realized that this would be a right little adventure for those who want to escape the urban jungle of New York and London., as the scenery of rocky hills was simply stunning.
Hutovo Blato rose to its expectation and proved to be a hidden paradise for nature and bird lovers. Our host Zeljka welcomed us in a true spirit of local hospitality. The tour we did was slightly short but captivating. We felt like Robinson Crusoes. Saying «good bye» to Zeljka but for a long, we continued in a direction of Pocitelj.
Every time I come to Pocitelj, I feel that excitement airing of the oriental which sets you back in the Turkish rule times and one ponders what was it like to live in that period.
We decided to continue in the direction of Mostar and to have a coffee and rahatluk in the old quarter .It would be crime to visit Mostar without paying homage to the Old Bridge. Despite the fact that it is new as it has been destroyed in the recent war, our lips automatically refer to it as the Old Bridge. A moment of sentiment and nostalgia I would suggest or else what?
The locals are in their element, sipping Turkish coffee and basking in the sun. As for us we were gathering our impressions through the lenses of our latest digital cameras and slightly tired on our way to Dubrovnik.
All in all, a rather good day!
Inspired , and re-fuelled in spiritual sense we continued our journey towards Hutovo Blato, an oasis of nature, a home to various birds, to attend a meeting with the park's management. Little did we know that the route which we took was a rather adventurous, having realized in the middle of our drive that this is the longer way to our destination. Never mind, was our way of consoling ourselves. The more we drove, the more we realized that this would be a right little adventure for those who want to escape the urban jungle of New York and London., as the scenery of rocky hills was simply stunning.
Hutovo Blato rose to its expectation and proved to be a hidden paradise for nature and bird lovers. Our host Zeljka welcomed us in a true spirit of local hospitality. The tour we did was slightly short but captivating. We felt like Robinson Crusoes. Saying «good bye» to Zeljka but for a long, we continued in a direction of Pocitelj.
Every time I come to Pocitelj, I feel that excitement airing of the oriental which sets you back in the Turkish rule times and one ponders what was it like to live in that period.
We decided to continue in the direction of Mostar and to have a coffee and rahatluk in the old quarter .It would be crime to visit Mostar without paying homage to the Old Bridge. Despite the fact that it is new as it has been destroyed in the recent war, our lips automatically refer to it as the Old Bridge. A moment of sentiment and nostalgia I would suggest or else what?
The locals are in their element, sipping Turkish coffee and basking in the sun. As for us we were gathering our impressions through the lenses of our latest digital cameras and slightly tired on our way to Dubrovnik.
All in all, a rather good day!
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
From St Patrick to St Stefan
We, here at Travel 74, have decided to start writing an e-blog. Nothing revolutionary, one would comment, yet an air of excitement was filling our office space and the starting date of our writing adventure was March, 17 – St Patrick's Day. We were invited to a party which was held, yes you are guessing rightly, in an Irish pub. Our friend and client Kieran could not hide his disappointment when we informed him that we had previously scheduled meeting in Montenegro which we could not cancel. We invited Kieran with us but he could not be lured away from a pint of Guinness and the fellow members of Irish community in Dubrovnik.
Journey through Montenegro is always an adventure.Driving a car requires a heavy dose of alertness, the road alongside Riviera is hardly a motorway, more of a country lane. Entering Boka Bay one truly becomes taken by the stunning scenery of Boka Bay. The view of the surrounding mountains makes you feel powerful and it never ceases to amaze you how tall they really are, acting like guardian angels to the quiet waters of the bay.
We stopped at Morinj to have a lunch and what a treat it was. We ate «njeguski steak», and the atmosphere of the al fresco dining was one to remember as this hidden restaurant is an oasis of ducks, peacocks and goes without saying, traditional Montenegrin cuisine is tasty and a real value for money.
The first meeting we had was in Kotor and our business partners always tease us that Kotor is Dubrovnik in small with more character as the streets are indeed more narrow than in Dubrovnik hence cosier to an eye.After finishing our first meeting, we had to leave for Sv. Stefan and the more we go there the more we appreciate this gem of a luxury resort.
Spurred by our adventurous spirits we could not resist to pay an homage to Cetinje.We forgot that we never visited Cetinje in March and boy did we have fun coming down the meandering,narrow road. The fog was setting in and the whole descend to the coast resembled a scene from a horror movie. However, we all agreed that such experience is a one to remember and unique, miles away from the concrete jungle of European cities.
Full of impressions, tired we made our way to Dubrovnik and the moment we saw the Old Town from the distance, our hearts started beating faster.The most beautiful town in the world!!!
Journey through Montenegro is always an adventure.Driving a car requires a heavy dose of alertness, the road alongside Riviera is hardly a motorway, more of a country lane. Entering Boka Bay one truly becomes taken by the stunning scenery of Boka Bay. The view of the surrounding mountains makes you feel powerful and it never ceases to amaze you how tall they really are, acting like guardian angels to the quiet waters of the bay.
We stopped at Morinj to have a lunch and what a treat it was. We ate «njeguski steak», and the atmosphere of the al fresco dining was one to remember as this hidden restaurant is an oasis of ducks, peacocks and goes without saying, traditional Montenegrin cuisine is tasty and a real value for money.
The first meeting we had was in Kotor and our business partners always tease us that Kotor is Dubrovnik in small with more character as the streets are indeed more narrow than in Dubrovnik hence cosier to an eye.After finishing our first meeting, we had to leave for Sv. Stefan and the more we go there the more we appreciate this gem of a luxury resort.
Spurred by our adventurous spirits we could not resist to pay an homage to Cetinje.We forgot that we never visited Cetinje in March and boy did we have fun coming down the meandering,narrow road. The fog was setting in and the whole descend to the coast resembled a scene from a horror movie. However, we all agreed that such experience is a one to remember and unique, miles away from the concrete jungle of European cities.
Full of impressions, tired we made our way to Dubrovnik and the moment we saw the Old Town from the distance, our hearts started beating faster.The most beautiful town in the world!!!
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