Preko

Left the Plitvice Lakes late in the day and fitfully dozed our way to Zadar. The bus stopped for a break at a roadhouse with a tame deer wandering round inside and half a dozen stuffed bears. We rattled on across an arid landscape then down out of the mountains via a few tunnels, one 8 k long, and suddenly we were by the sea and before long pulling into the Zadar bus terminal. We taxied to the ferry dock, bought our tickets to Preko then filled in half an hour having a drink while watching a big red sun sink below the horizon.

On arrival at Preko we were met by the owner of our apartment, Ljubica, and shown around.