Today was complete murder. The tourist office informed us we could get a ferry to the island of Krk at 5 a.m. so we were up at 3:30 a.m. The 4:30 bus to the docks never showed up as the tourist office advised us it would. Thank you tourist office. So changing plans we took a 5:30 bus to Lopar and upon arrival had a kilometre walk to the docks to catch a ferry to Krk. There was no ferry to Krk so again the tourist office was incorrect. Instead we took the 9 a.m. ferry to Senj and then a bus trip to Crikvencia. The bus was like an oven. While getting on the bus we saw a failed purse snatching attempt. Finally we arrived on Krk at 1 p.m. and had to wait until 5:30 for our landlady to show up with a key to our room which was beautiful. Finally a delicious dinner of calamari and Mom trudged home and collapsed with exhaustion. I went to listen to a band playing on the waterfront.
July 31, 1971: Krk, Yugoslavia: Haircut Deal and a Letter from Fritz!
A couple of girls we met yesterday mentioned there was a great beach by the auto camp. It was thoroughly lousy! Upon returning home I went for a walk into town and checked the post office and there was a letter from Fritz but they would not give it to me saying I had no proper identification. I returned back home and upon receiving a promise I would not have to get a haircut until we returned home I returned to the post office with identification to pick up the letter. Fritz asked that we be in Munich on August 9th. We went into town to Hotel Pension Krk for a lousy rotten meal. Generally speaking Croatian food sucks.