On the island of Krk and no James T in sight. Today was island hopping. Ascending the spine of rocky Pag we crossed to the mainland then to Rab ending up in the more well established (heeled?) Krk.
The islands are a balance of tourism and agriculture, much like we saw in the Hebrides. Except someone has turned off the hose and upped the heat.
The booming disco music outside with the penetrating bass is evidence of the downside of something. I can’t hear myself think….
Travelling reflections 