Up the Coast to Šibenik

The whole coastline is scenic bays and inlets, and the main road following these twists and turns was surprisingly good, and not too slow. 30 miles north of Dubrovnik we had to cross the 6 mile stretch of Bosnia and Herzegovina that reaches right down to the sea, thereby cutting Croatia in two. So more border formalities but nothing too long-winded. Bosnia and Herzegovina (what a mouthful- why didn’t they call themselves B&H, like B&Q!) was allocated this strip in communist times to prevent their state from becoming land-locked. They built the port of Neum to handle the exports that were expected but never came, and today practically all exports leave by road from the other end of the country.
We left Camping Kate to arrive by mid-afternoon at Camping Marina. Ladies must have influence in Croatia. Marina herself ran out to shake hands and welcome us to her camping. Her husband, who can only be thought of as Mr Marina, came and lopped off some tree branches so the caravan would fit into our chosen pitch. The site had got a nice laid-back feel, which perhaps means slightly untidy; for example, Mr Marina slung the lopped-off branches on the back of the pitch. However, the facilities were spotless.
Just one photo now, of the site entrance, with a rally car doing a nearly-handbrake-turn. This was the day following our arrival when a rally was held on the road outside.