Campsites,Yugoslavia #1of3

We planned to eat in Postjana’s campground restaurant but when we asked to see the menu, all they would do is try and seat us. Since we had no idea what we would get to eat, we left. This part of Yugoslavia (Solvenia area) is very clean, and there are little towns situated around the hills and the countryside. The architecture of the buildings in the cities, is very attractive.

People were making hay from the grass in Ljubljana’s campground. It’s just long grass, and not hay as we would expect at home. Doesn’t look like it would be as good for the cows as what we call hay in the US. The electric fan sure comes in handy at times. That way we don’t have to open the doors and windows and let in flies and mosquitoes.

It was late, so a young man who spoke English used a flashlight to help us find enough room to camp in Split. Talk about crowded. We stopped within three inches of one camper, with ours extending over someone’s tent pegs, and after other people moved their table, this was home for the night. We finally found an electrical socket, and all was fine.

We stopped at three campsites before we found the one where we stayed, near Tsterno, a few miles north of Dubrovnik. We were able to find a spot where the camper just fit against the light pole and right along the campground street, with no room to spare. A little boy was selling grapes. Emmy said they were good, but expensive.

The campsite at Trstenik was one of the best in Yugoslavia, situated on a swimming beach. The girl in the office had lived in Australia for several years. She had to come back to Yugoslavia when her father returned because of homesickness, when she was 14 or so. She would give anything to get out of this country, and indicated the impediment to leaving wasn’t as much political, as it was financial.

The Buna campsite was just across the river from a mosque with a minaret. We met a lady from England who had visited a college in New York City, and said everyone there hated President Reagan, and he was going to be impeached. I told her, “Going to a college in New York City to learn about the political health of the US, is like going to a Doctor for a physical exam, and he only looks at your armpits!” And I was being polite when I said “armpits.”