Wake Clock 7. 7:30 clock breakfast with scrambled eggs and Capri Sun, just like Grandma. Injuries are treated first, Jun and Werner get knee pads. At 8:30 clock the beautiful old village of Beli is visited, and then take our days at 9 clock line in attack.
first leads the way past a small street under oaks and in many sage shrubs. In Sv.Petar we admire in the bright sunlight a several hundred year old oak. Suspiciously eyed by many vultures that constantly circle taking advantage of updrafts and downdrafts of us, we go on to the narrowest part of the island of Cres, where Jun and Werner wait to supply cars to us. Of the two, the majority of baggage with Loren's car, which had been in the evening from Trieste to the group, brought to the point Krizic (370m). After a short break
apple, our organizers have responded quickly to the wishes of the previous day and added to the food to fruit and vegetables is it across the open, barren, rocky land across country to the altitude of 454m. Always new landscapes, different vegetation and views - a varied Route.
The descent of a well-preserved Roman road in the Predoscice where we see a beautifully located place down to the sea. There we make our lunch: bread, cheese, ham, tomatoes and apples. Anette donated their eco-sardines. Karl-Heinz tinkering from a kitchen towel foot rags, bolstering it to run through the soles of his shoes. From the remains of the kitchen towel he Klöppelt a headband, which tames his wild hair and him for the rest of the hike the nickname Keith-Heinz (because of the deceptive resemblance to Keith Richards) brings.
goes further increase of over 500m through new terrain. By unruly undergrowth we have to fight as either the first climbers to take it our way and also the odd aberration into account. Karin with her secateurs will cut through the thicket and provides free walks. The road down to the town of Cres leads us again through a Roman road which is partly paved the impressive herringbone pattern, and weighs us in safety that the rest ends carefree of the way - far from it.
is only a short time later, the Roman road from the vegetation so overgrown that the descent is more difficult. We avoid an unstable rubble wall, which us a strenuous but undergrowth provides free way to Cres. Finally come we are on a paved path that leads us through extensive olive orchards down to Cres. When reward beer we count our casualties: Karin has dislocated in a fall from the rubble wall, the shoulder and the next movement itself again eingekugelt, Lorella has incurred after a fall on their shoelaces various scrapes, Anette suffered a double ligament strain - Keith and his right knee-Heinz joined the fate of Jun and Werner to hers. Thanks to the good care of our medics chief Angela and her first aid kit can continue walking all the injured.
Again it is a refreshing swim in the sea, where all the Italian sea water soap whitewash of Lorella. Stayed at the Hotel Cres settle the old harbor. On the terrace of the hotel's restaurants, we eat a lot of happy and satisfied fresh fish and grilled meat with Swiss chard, potatoes. Werner donated ice cream for dessert for all, and for wine, beer and Travariza to discuss in the night. The local tradition to pee allegedly indulging into the harbor, just one of our group.
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