Our last full day in Pula was even lazier than the first. We went down again for a swim to the beautiful Adriatic that was just about at our doorstep, and then for a walk around the shoreline, as recommended to us by the guest house owner.
I should mention that ladies here are quite liberal when it comes to swimwear. Whether or not it is aesthetically pleasing for them to do so, many of them will lose their tops at some stage during the beach trip. Mark went off for a swim off on his own, and somehow never strayed too far from the shore…

We drove into town and saw the sixth largest arena built by the Romans which was there in the centre of Pula. This area of Croatia was part of Italy up until World War II, and the common greeting in the street (from those who will talk to you if you’re obviously foreign) is still Ciao.

With not much else to occupy us we enjoyed a large burger with an ice-cream chaser, and then headed back to our room for more football and sleep.