A separate chapter must be opened for fish dinners, especially the fried seafood. If you sit down at the table at 22pm you don't even dare think about asking. It should be borne in mind that Germans, Croats and neighbors have the custom of leaving the beach at 18pm at the latest, in order to be at the table by 18.30pm. If you arrive at the restaurant 3 and a half hours after them, the frying oil is not that good anymore.
The fact of the mass mackerel at 18pm is a fabulous thing for you to want enjoy the beach until sunset. I assure you that there will be no one left but you. You can take the deckchairs you want, play football, rackets, run back and forth and last but not least drop a 2-3 € at the kiosk to take your sex on the beach or a batida de coco to wait for the sunset . If you go onisland of Rab, at least one visit to the homonymous capital is a must. The road from Lopar to Rab, 10-12 km, is worth the price of the ticket alone: a magnificent one scenic route among the thousand landscapes that change at every bend, from the barren-rocky, to the green of the woods, to the views overlooking the sea and the coastal villages.
In the evening it is also worth taking, a bit randomly as we did, one of the roads (narrow streets, two small cars touch each other with the mirrors) that lead to the rocky chain that characterizes the east side of the island, to enjoy the panorama wonderful; the boundless cost me more than a few grumbles during the short journey, but the surprise of the group (and mine too, since it is not that I had ever been down there) repaid my insistence.
The ancient town of Rab is located on a small peninsula, completely surrounded by the surrounding walls. It is particular for his four Romanesque bell towers that make it look like a wonderful sailing ship and make it unique all over the world. The historic core is characterized by three longitudinal streets connected to each other with other small transverse streets. The city walls and fortress were donated to Rab (ancient Rab) byRoman emperor Augustus Octavian in the year 10 BC. The urban aspect of the city mostly dates back to the Middle Ages and it is precisely it that gives the place that particular imprint. In the immediate vicinity of the walls lies the magnificent Komrcar park (Campo Marzio), with small streets that stretch between centenary pines, agave and Mediterranean oaks. Going down the narrow streets towards the city beach and the promenade that surrounds the bay of Sant'Eufemia where we can take long and relaxing walks surrounded by a nature preserved.
Il ratio of the inhabitants of the island towards the Italians seems to have a fairly good disposition in general. Some still speak or understand the Italian language, a sign of the strong historical imprint of the Venetian domination first and then Italian. But in the center of Rab stands a plaque to remember a black spot of our presence: in the bay of S. Eufemia, 6 km from the capital, in July 1942 a camp was built with small military tents to detain civilians arrested during military operations in Slovenia and Dalmatia, due to the saturation of the smaller fields of Lovran, Buccari and Porto Re, located near Rijeka. Only in January 1943, following official reports from the Vatican of numerous deaths from hunger and cold, including many children, large tents were set up and the first wooden or masonry shacks made accessible. For us, who knew nothing of this, it was a bad punch in the stomach.
If you come back at night along the roads of the island, pay close attention to giant sheep. In fact, the view invites you to be distracted, and this is how you suddenly find a sheep before your eyes between one curve and the next. But I don't remember ever seeing a sheep as big as the one that blocked my way and showed no sign of fear of being run over ... And I stress that I was absolutely sober, given that tolerance in Croatia for the BAC is 0,00 without any difference between newly licensed and expert.
On Saturday morning, after only one week, sorry for the brevity of the beautiful holiday, we leave our cozy apartment to head home. The foresight to follow would be to leave early in the morning (around 8 am), so as not to spend hours and hours in queues waiting for the ferry, as, alas, we did. The way back, still the scenic coastline of the Kvarner coast, was very pleasant, until we suddenly find ourselves in a column, due to the overturning of a truck, which half occupies the roadway; result: 3 hours of queue. Thus, also the return trip it was one of those interminable ones, with queues at the Croatian-Slovenian border (slightly uphill road and burnt clutches that could no longer be counted) and our spontaneous detour to avoid a few tens of km of queue in Mestre.
Beyond a few travel problems, even if we had the cloud of Fantozzi in tow we would have collected so many and such coincidences, it is a journey that I would certainly do again and what advice always to anyone who is dear to me. I would say that it is the perfect vacation for my fees, also for its very low-cost nature: calculating all the expenses (fuel, tolls, apartment, cooked food, several dinners out, extras and souvenirs) we did not go much further than 300€, making us lack practically nothing.
