We woke late the next morning, missing breakfast, packed our gear and shipped out bound for Pula. On the way we saw some beautiful views of Rijeka, but kept going without taking photos for some reason that escapes me and would have been quite pathetic anyway I'm sure...
So we rock into Pula with no idea what to expect or where we might stay. We stop off at a tourist information stand where the curt lady told us the directions to the youth hostel - just follow this main road straight on until you get to the beach then turn right.
Somehow we got lost going straight on, and within 10mins we're well out of Pula and passing through another nearby small town! OK then fine, we turn on TomTom and keep driving. When TomTom boots up we follow the turn it tells us to take, and find ourselves on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere.
Not to be foiled and not to admit defeat we defiantly follow the road to its end, ignoring further instructions from TomTom (telling us to turn down non-existant roads anyway) and found ourselves on the road that we took out of town.
By black magic or common sense or dumb luck we found the Youth Hostel. Booked out. OK then, let's use the Internet to find addresses of other hostels or boarding houses. This came up with nothing, it was quite disappointing really.
Right, let's drive around then. A short drive away we find a guesthouse (normal house with a small sign out the front saying "Zimmer Frei" in a couple of languages), and there's even something available, but for some reason Mark's just not interested.
Still driving around, we stop off at Hotel Pula to check if just maybe there might be anything free. We're in luck, there is one room available. 100 Euros. We gag and leave.
Across the road is another guesthouse. We go in to check it out, but it's a double room and we don't really feel like sharing a bed for a few nights.
Around the corner, yet another option. At this one the lady tells us she's full up, but says there's another house nearby and she can come with us to show us. Driving down the road she waves to her mildly amused husband who's just now walking up the road. Nearby we're back at the previous option, bah. But wait, one more chance a few doors down.
Bingo! We've got a winner, an attic room (penthouse we prefer to say), with everything we need, brand new gear and a patio with a view of the ocean! Sweet, we're booked in for three nights.
The people who own it are great, they invite us down for coffee out the back, take us for a short walk to the beach and point us in the direction of some good restaurants. We take the advice and have a top dinner at one of the places, but only after watching both games.
So we rock into Pula with no idea what to expect or where we might stay. We stop off at a tourist information stand where the curt lady told us the directions to the youth hostel - just follow this main road straight on until you get to the beach then turn right.
Somehow we got lost going straight on, and within 10mins we're well out of Pula and passing through another nearby small town! OK then fine, we turn on TomTom and keep driving. When TomTom boots up we follow the turn it tells us to take, and find ourselves on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere.Not to be foiled and not to admit defeat we defiantly follow the road to its end, ignoring further instructions from TomTom (telling us to turn down non-existant roads anyway) and found ourselves on the road that we took out of town.
By black magic or common sense or dumb luck we found the Youth Hostel. Booked out. OK then, let's use the Internet to find addresses of other hostels or boarding houses. This came up with nothing, it was quite disappointing really.
Right, let's drive around then. A short drive away we find a guesthouse (normal house with a small sign out the front saying "Zimmer Frei" in a couple of languages), and there's even something available, but for some reason Mark's just not interested.
Still driving around, we stop off at Hotel Pula to check if just maybe there might be anything free. We're in luck, there is one room available. 100 Euros. We gag and leave.
Across the road is another guesthouse. We go in to check it out, but it's a double room and we don't really feel like sharing a bed for a few nights.
Around the corner, yet another option. At this one the lady tells us she's full up, but says there's another house nearby and she can come with us to show us. Driving down the road she waves to her mildly amused husband who's just now walking up the road. Nearby we're back at the previous option, bah. But wait, one more chance a few doors down.
Bingo! We've got a winner, an attic room (penthouse we prefer to say), with everything we need, brand new gear and a patio with a view of the ocean! Sweet, we're booked in for three nights.
The people who own it are great, they invite us down for coffee out the back, take us for a short walk to the beach and point us in the direction of some good restaurants. We take the advice and have a top dinner at one of the places, but only after watching both games.
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