Croatia 2012 - Istria

Istria was a National Geographic Top Ten tourist destination for 2011. This northern Croatian destination has everything you need for a great summer holiday, 32 degree weather, beautiful old towns and architecture, pristine Mediterranean water lapping onto rocky beaches. It’s an old watering hole of the Austro-Hungarian Empire where the well heeled would come to holiday, if you like, the Cote d’Azure of the Hapsburgs, and has close historical connections with Italy. Get ready for plenty of pizza and pasta!

Pula 






View over arena

Pula sits at the southern end of the Istrian peninsula, and is a workaday city which also packs a punch with tourists. It has that gritty feel of a city on the move, with shipbuilding a major industry, but it also heaves with visitors in the summer and makes for a great getaway. It’s also an ideal place to base yourself to explore the Istrian peninsula, even if you just trawl up and down the coast. Bear in mind that Croatia is only about 775 miles from the UK, compare that with the straight line distance from Lands End to John O’ Groats of 603m. Fly from Gatwick over Paris, then over the French, Swiss and Austrian Alps, afterwards over Venice and you’re descending into Pula. In fact you can get the bus quite easily between Venice and Pula.

The centre of Pula sits right on the waterfront looking out over a harbour enclosing substantial modern shipyards. The main holiday/beach areas lie a mile or two to the east on an indented coastline and are easily accessible by bus or even a brisk walk. The main sights in town, notably Roman remains, are easily reachable on foot in the town centre.



Shipyards in the centre of town!

There is an excellent local bus service and I caught buses to Rovinj up the coast and Fazana to catch the ferry to Brijuni. I regularly caught the bus between the town centre and my lodgings near Verudela for 11 kuna single fare. Some bus drivers tend to move rather than drive and you may be in for a jerky ride, so hold on tight.

Accommodation – I landed at Pula, caught the bus into town, left my bag at left luggage at the bus station, and went and found a room slap bang in the centre, on the main walking street and directly above the restaurant area. I used a tourist office to book a room. For 30 euro you get a comfortable room with shared bathroom in a prime spot on Via Sergia, the main walking street to see and be seen. The proprietor was very friendly and helpful, and gives you tips on restaurants and so on. After a couple of days I upped sticks and headed towards the beach area hoping to find something a little better with ensuite facilities. Using a tourist office near Verudela. I found a room with ensuite facilities for 25 euro which works out at about £20. This was in a quiet residential area but adjacent to a supermarket, pharmacy and one or two cafes and restaurants.

The big cheese in Pula is the Roman Arena which you can see from the air as you fly in if you’re lucky. It is one of the six biggest in the world and the striking thing is that there is so much of it left. You must not miss a visit. It had a 25000 capacity and would have fitted with Pula being an important Roman regional centre. It’s literally on the edge of the city centre by an old Roman road, not far from the waterfront and you can walk around and wonder at its size, or even go in to investigate. It costs 40 kuna to get inside, and a further 30 kuna to get an audio tour of about twenty different points scattered around the stadium, giving you a history of the building and gladiators who fought within these walls. If you failed you were dead, but the top gladiators commanded very high pay. Wild beasts were hunted down and brought here to fight one another and to kill people. It’s still used as a major venue and has hosted music acts such as Jamaroquai, Sting, Elton John and even Tom Jones this August. I watched a little of a classical singing concert from outside the arena, you can look though the iron railings. A security guard stands just within to catch any interlopers, otherwise you could slip over the fence easily!

Pula Arena

Despite the industrial feel Pula town centre is a wonderful place to wander around at any time of day. It has lots of old buildings, often a bit frayed round the edges, and also Roman remains in the vicinity, and walking streets bordered with shops, cafes and restaurants to keep you amused, and of course ice cream kiosks everywhere. There is a Roman Gate, the Arch of the Sergians, on one of the main squares, and by a little cafe overlooking the gate is a bronze statue of James Joyce, the famous Irish novelist who made Pula his home for a while – he has now been adopted by Pula! Joyce was here from 1904 to 1905 and worked as a Professor of English at the Berlitz school, teaching mainly Austro-Hungarian officers. You can sit next to him at a little cafe table and enjoy some people watching. From the arch Via Sergia swathes through the middle of town to reach the Roman Forum which I would class as the hub of the town. Fine classical buildings surround a substantial space, part of which is covered in tables and chairs tumbling out of the cafes and restaurants. Here also is the Temple of Augustus, pretty well preserved, which costs ten kuna to explore inside the bits of Roman remains, statues and suchlike.

Inside Temple of Augustus

Roman forum

Arch of the Sergians

Temple of Augustus

Amphihteatre remains

Between the Roman Forum and the Arena is the cathedral which is also worth a visit, accompanied by a tower which sits just outside the main entrance.

Cathedral entrance

Pula has a high point on which stands a large fortification complete with museum and cannons in keeping with its history as an important naval base. From the hill protruding from the city centre you get great views across the harbour, shipbuilding yards and not least the Arena.

Fortification atop Pula

Pula environs are worth exploring. If you are a beach bum, go to Verudela, just a short bus journey from the town centre. Here the pine clad coast winds around little coves and beaches, backed by hotels and summer residences, and it’s a great place to enjoy the cleanest water in the Med. I visited Medulin as well, another family type resort along the coast, but don’t rate it as highly as Verudela which I thought had better beaches and all round ambience. You could quite easily spend a whole holiday just in this area.

Rocks at Verudela

Verudela coastline

National Geographic recommends its readers to visit Pula and its arena, the ‘remarkably intact first-century Roman amphitheatre,’ which ‘hosts numerous summer concerts and events.’

Rovinj

Rovinj from harbour

Rovinj could only be describes as Pula’s stately sister, 31km north up the coast. This is a pearl of a place to visit, with the old town on a little promontory sticking out into the Adriatic. It was part of the old Venetian possessions and has a very Italianate look, no surprise as Venice is just over the water. It sits on a hill topped by the St Euphemia’s Basilica, a huge church well worth a visit. Its tower dominates the skyline. There is a plaza surrounding the church on which you can admire the views out over the harbour and islands, and inside the church is airy, voluminous and richly decorated, with altars to various saints. There is a sarcophagus supposed to contain the remains of St Euphemia who was martyred by Diocletian. She was a young Christian that upset the Roman Empire, and on the wall alongside is a huge painting of the saint in an amphitheatre attracting the attention of a lion, with one or two bloodied bodies laying in the background and the crowd baying for more. Her sarcophagus as the story goes was eventually transported here to Rovinj, hence the church, and there is another huge painting of the sarcophagus arriving evidently at Rovinj by sea, with church dignitaries waiting to meet it on the beach and crowds gathering alongside.

St Euphemia's Basilica

For 15 kuna you can climb the bell tower, but this is quite a climb for anyone, as ladder type wooden steps constitute at least some of the stairs so you have to watch your footing, and there are a lot of steps! But it is well worth the effort as the views from the top are great across the old town and onto the mainland. Red slate roofs dominate the town, around is the harbour and marina, and the indented coastline winds in and out to the north and south, with boats ferrying between the islands and the mainland. You can also observe the three bells directly above you, the biggest being in the middle, and the viewing area is solid and spacious.

Rovinj

If you like wandering through ancient streets which wind up and down, and looking at little shops selling jewellery, artwork, clothes and trinkets, then this is the place for you. It all clusters around an attractive harbour backed by ancient buildings decorated in pastel blues, pinks and yellows. A great place for photographers. There is a museum on the seafront advertising an intriguing exhibition of medieval torture instruments, but unfortunately it was closed!

If you trace the harbour and marina to the south you get to the bathing areas backed by pine woods, there are snatches of intermittent beach intermingling with rocky platforms on which to plant your towel, and scratches of rock where you can make your own private beach. There is even a beach for dogs which is something Croatia caters for specifically.

Rovinj harbour

There is a regular bus service between Pula and Rovinj. I caught the 1pm bus which takes about 45 minutes and cost 38k. The return journey at 21.55 was 43k and is somewhat quicker than the midday journey.  This was the last bus back to Pula which gave me time to enjoy Rovinj. The bus station sits right on the edge of the main streets that run into town and to the waterfront.

Rovinj at dusk

Fazana

Fazana waterfront

Fazana is a little town on the coast just about seven miles north of Pula which is your stopping off point for the ferry to Brijuni. It has an attractive centre straggling the waterfront and was pretty lively at night when I returned from Brijuni, and this was a Wednesday evening.

Brijuni





Brijuni is not to be missed. It is a gaggle of islands off the Istrian coast just north of Pula which form a National Park.This little set of diamonds would be the place where a James Bond  villain would make his lair if they were a bit further out from the mainland! As it happens they were the retreat of Tito, the non aligned leader of ex-Yugoslavia where he conducted much of his political strategising and entertained countless world leaders and celebrities.

It’s kind of expensive to get onto the island, being a case of inelastic demand. You pay 210 kuna equally for two alternatives according to your taste. The charge pays for a fifteen minute boat trip each way, but you either do a four hour group tour including guide, museum trip, mini (tourist) train journey and safari trip, or you can stay as long as you like on the island and do your own thing, bearing in mind that the last boats of the day are 7.15pm and 9pm (Wednesday). Just don’t miss the last boat as the hotels look expensive! You can hire a bike for 105 kuna and go where you want on the excellent network of roads and tracks, although the bike I hired only had one gear!

Veli Brijun is the main island with most of the action. It is an attractive mix of parkland, rolling countryside, woodland and pine fringed sea shore, centred on a harbour backed by a couple of large hotels, and scattered buildings including churches, a souvenir shop, cafe and bike hire establishment. Tito had his house built on Vanga which lies to the west of Brijun, but that’s out of bounds.

Mediterranean Garden Brijuni

Tito’s memory is everywhere. He liked animals, so there is a safari park. The Indian Prime Minister gave him the gift of an elephant, and now there is a statue of an elephant standing above the harbour. Also Koki the yellow crested cockatoo lives in a cage by the waterfront. He was given to a grandchild by Tito as a present and is destined to live to a great age (they can live to 100 years old). A building barely a few hundred yards from the boat pier houses a large collection of photographs of Tito and all the famous politicians and stars he entertained on these islands, including Queen Elizabeth. Sophia Loren and Gina Lollobrigida. He is made out to be a bit of a hero, a hail fellow well met, hob-nobbing with local fishermen, enjoying good wine, swimming and horseriding, and he supposedly loved meeting children. The ability to relate well to children can be the mark of a man, but he must have been a pretty tough guy to get to be the ruler of such a disparate group of nationalities.

Elephant statue







There is also a golf course that mantles the northern part of the island just east of the safari park and running down to the sea. Herds of deer wander freely across the landscape. If you like beaches, most of the official ones are scattered down the north eastern coast of the island which is supposed to be excellent for snorkelling. You can find your own spot as well.






The safari park is entered by pressing a button which opens two large gates remotely. I did not see an awful lot of wildlife, some ostriches, zebras and the odd hump backed cow. No elephants, lions or tigers I'm afraid!

Safari park

If you cycle south from the main port you come across the ruins of a Roman temple and also extensive remains of a Roman villa congregated around Uvala Verige, a large inlet from the sea. There is a long thin pier where you can do some private sunbathing.

Roman Temple

Temple with villa in background

Marshall Tito’s car is a must see, a 1953 Cadillac, a classic American roadster kept in pristine condition in its own little enclosure. Tito would use it to drive his guests around to enjoy the beauties of the island. It’s parked near the building showing the photo exhibition.

Cool car!

 

There is other stuff on the island to see but I ran out of time. There is a place on the sea shore near the safari park where you can see dinosaur footprints, there are traces of a Neolithic settlement and a hilltop prehistoric settlement, a prehistoric tomb, a fort, and a cannon battery scattered around.

Brijuni - evening sets in

Cape Kamenjak

Premantura

Rent a bike for 70-80 euro for 24 hours to keep fit and tour the area. I rented a bike to visit Kamenjak, a little peninsula and nature reserve just south-east of Pula; apparently it’s a cool destination for the beach afficionados. I cycled from Verudela where I was renting a room, striking south until you reach the picturesque village of Premantura. By the time I got there I was ready for serious refreshment as I had been cycling a fair few miles, with a long incline near the end. I gratefully found shelter from the midday heat with a large lemonade in a village cafe. After buying a picnic lunch at the supermarket I headed for the entrance to the nature reserve which is just south of Premantura. There is a proper barrier entrance and you have to pay if you have a car, but bikes go free! Just watch for huge clouds of dust flying in your face as cars pass you on the rough trails. Cars should be banned from this area! There are roads for car use, but there are also bike tracks which are on the map but not terribly well marked. In the end you have to improvise, but be warned some of the tracks need very robust tires, I prayed continually that I would not get a puncture.The Kamenjak peninsula reserve is about two miles  long and not even a mile wide, mostly flat or undulating. It is covered in grassland which provides a habitat for orchids, diverse plant life and also woodland, and has a winding indented coast most of the way round, with lots of little bays, although beaches are mostly stony. There are traces of dinosaurs on the west coast.

Kamenjak

I found a huge swathe of rocky beach on the southern shore which attracted a large number of swimmers, sunbathers and snorkellers. It comprises proper rocky headland with sheer drops, and great sloping swathes of open rock which dip at awkward angles into the sea but provide plenty of towel space. You just have to find a relatively comfortable rock space if there is such a thing on which to place you towel. There were lots of cars parked at the top, together with toilets and a cafe.

Kamenjak coast

This little peninsula is an important route for migrating birds. Toads, lizards and snakes can also be found.



View north over peninsula

National Geographic quote: ‘an edge-of-the-world nature reserve featuring sheer 70-ft cliffs, hidden coves, and flat stone outcroppings nature-made for sunbathing.’

Sample of some typical Istrian prices 2012 (£1 = 9.6 kuna)

Cake – 6.50k

Savoury plus coca cola – 22k

Two large waters plus chocolate croissant from supermarket – 15.30k

Lemonade – 10k

Seafood pasta plus coca-cola – 65k

Coffee at supermarket cafe – 8k

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View over Kamenjak

Tourist train on Brioni

Koki the cockatoo

Brioni waterfront

Rovinj from Basilica

Popular beach at Verudela

Harbour at Verudela

Shropshire - county of big hills.

I have just spent another couple of days in Shropshire after a conference in Birmingham. I drove via Bridgenorth and Ludlow to the extremities of England, just shy of Offa's Dyke and almost tumbling into Wales. I found a Tudor farmhouse B & B near the little town of Bishop's Castle, just off the main road heading west to Wales. My main goal was to explore the spine of hills known as the Stiperstones which stretch north-south for six miles not far north east of Bishops Castle.

Ensuite at the farmhouse

 Broughton Farm

I stayed at Broughton Farm on the B4385 just outside Bishop's Castle. You head out west towards Wales and the farm is signposted off the main road to the right.  The perfect place for  a holiday if you are interested, sitting in a valley surrounded by beautiful hilly scenery. It's a 500 year old Tudor farmhouse whose true character is concealed by the rendering on the outside of the house, but if you like oak  beams, sloping floors, wooden doors with ancient hinges and an all round medieval ambience this is the place to come to.

The weather was against me for these two days, we have just had the wettest June on record and the low pressure monster had decided to stay sitting squarely over the UK. On the first day I decided to head out to the little town of Montgomery in the morning and leave the Stiperstones until later. Montgomery has an English sounding name but is in fact just inside Wales  by a mile or so, in the Welsh Marches. It's only a small place but has plenty of character, sitting in the lee of the Welsh hills around a neat little town square. If you take a walk up the hill from behind the town hall you soon come to the site of the old castle at the top. There are still a fair few ruins and you can see clearly the moat which is now crossed by a little footbridge. With the hills behind there is an expansive view down to the town and out across the surroundig countryside.

Castle at Montgomery

Centre of Montgomery

Square in centre of Montgomery

The Old Bell Museum in the town centre is worth a visit. It has interesting exhibitions on local medical services pre-NHS, including a newspaper memento from the day the NHS came into being. There is also an exhibition on the local railway disaster of 1921 which killed 17 people, and a display on the old workhouse system in the locality.

The Ivy House Tea Rooms had a mention in the Independent newspaper and came out as the seventeenth tea shop in the UK and the top one in Wales. When I entered it was full of older people and felt very much pre-school summer holidays! If you look out the window the view is just like the one above, out on to the square.

The rain was continuing so I decided to carry on up the main road heading towards Welshpool to visit Powys Castle with its Clive of India connections. This castle was originally built to defend against the English but now makes for a pleasant afternoon delve into the past. Parting with £13 gives you access to the Castle state rooms, a Clive of India exhibition and a chance to wander aound the extensive gardens, although I had to give the latter a miss due to time. The castle rooms seem intensely liveable, the first one being the smoking room for the gentlemen. The rich furnishings, mellow lighting and fire burning reassuringly in the grate give the impression that it had been full of cigar smoking, brandy swilling gents barely five minutes previously.

Powys Castle

On the way back to Bishop's Castle I was keeping my eye on the weather which had been persistently grey and rainy, but wonder of wonders the sky began to clear in the late afternoon and evening as it so often does in England, and the sun began to dance upon the landscape. So I thought I would retrace my steps and go up to Stiperstones. This was a good move because when I got up there the sun's rays were mixing it with the cloud and producing some pretty cool colours.

Stiperstones is a range of quartzite hills that bubbles up above the surrounding landscape with a bit of a foreboding air. Along the crest is a series of rock tors that stick out noticeably, producing a wild, Dartmoor type countrast to the green valleys below. Reading up on these hills gives the impression that they are not the most gentle, friendly of destinations; the highest tor, a jumble of rock, is known as the Devils's Chair, which gives you a sense of what I mean.

Anyway, I parked up in the car park at the southern end of the hills and walked first along the contour, then zigzagged up to eventually reach the crest at an opportune time when the sun was bursting through the clouds to create some glorious palettes by Lady Nature. The hill crest turned bright emerald green like a lump of kryptonite waitng for superman to recharge his batteries. This against a backdrop of dark cloud enveloped- hills. So from my perch on a tor and wandering the crest I snapped happy for a few minutes.

Evening views of the Stiperstones

Sunshine dancing on the hills

Emerald green!

Stiperstones - west side

The next day I drove to the village of Stiperstones which nestles at the foot of the range on the west side. The hillsides here are noticeably more steep and challenging for walkers but the lady at the village stores advised taking a different path from the car park of the previous night to ride the crest tor to tor for the best views. 'This area has its own microclimate,' she said, as it drizzled on and off outside. I took her advice and climbed from the car park onto the top of the ridge, but alas, the weather was against me and it began to rain incessantly as I passed a couple with an umbrella! and a group of youngsters doing the Duke of Edinburgh award or suchlike. By now the rain had settled in and the wind was up, but I carried on, tor to tor, until I decided to shelter from the rain and wind by sitting among the rocks. Thoroughly soaked by now, after a few minutes the rain ceased and after walking a while longer the ridge cleared and I began to get some great views, especially down towards the village of Stiperstones, and also towards the north where the appearance of the Stiperstones took on a more innocuous and pastoral air.

Tor on the Stiperstones

Line of tors on crest of the Stiperstones

Retracing my steps later back along the ridge, the cloud descended again and it was rare to get a decent view as there was almost no moment when all the tors were free from low cloud. By the time I reached the last tor and sat for a few moments, it was pretty cloudy, unclear and miserable.

View west from Stiperstones

View west from Stiperstones

View north from Stiperstones

Bishops Castle

Later on I visited Bishop's Castle again but unfortunately the railway museum I had planned to visit was closed, there were few people around, and the incessant drizzle continued. I did view the castle remains at the top of the town, 'remains' being the operative word, a few ruins in a little park, and later on had a coffee in the town centre. Here I got talking to a couple who had tried walking the Stiperstones rather unsuccessfully that day, and we all chatted together withe the cafe staff about this and that. The wairess told us that a 

Centre of Bishops Castle

poltergeist dwelt in the building and retold a story of when a couple of policemen were holidaying in the area and visited the cafe. An implement on the counter (it looked like a light blue decorative saucepan to me!) shot up to the ceiling and back for no reason, much to the shock of everybody.. There had not been any incidents recently, the waitress professing that the poltergeist might be on holiday! They then told me that the building a couple of doors down was haunted, although the residents did not seem that bothered. Ghosts had been a bit of a theme, having stayed in a 500 year old farmhouse, although I had no strange experiences there. I was able to say that as a Christian, I have certain beliefs about these things. One of the couple related how their dog had been very sensitive to 'ghostly' atmospheres.

Bishops Castle - typical Shropshire building

Castle Hotel

Bury Ditches

When I say big hills this is one place where they grow them, bulbous, monster, forest topped hills that switchback you up and down little country lanes to delight with a new vista round every corner. Bury Ditches is a stomping Iron Age hill fort, one of many in Shropshire, and nearby is the vllage of Ledbury North where Clive of India had his pad, Walcot Hall. The estate is available for wedding receptions, accommodation and ballroom hire. I was running out of time when I passed this corner of Shropshire, and again the weather was inclement, but I plan to return!

Big hills near Bury Ditches

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