I was supposed to travel to Croatia last year. It didn't happen, so...this year was time to do it finally, with my friend Christian. I packed everything necessary for a week on the beach, not knowing that...Croatia is not THE place to lie on the sand: rocks, rocks and more rocks awaited my bare feet. The crystal clear waters made up for the lack of sand though...First stop on my way to Croatia: Vienna! Impressive, imperial, impassible city. Final destination: Dubrovnik! Beautiful, majestic, an old lady still crying on its war wounds. We pushed our trip further south into the newly independant Montenegro republic, one week old when we crossed the border. We found along the coast medieval forteresses forgotten by mass tourism that former Yougoslavia used to drain before it was torn apart: Kotor, Budva, unforgettable Sveti Stefan. Once back into Croatia, we felt like getting away from the hoards of tourists that continously assault Dubrovnik, so we took a boat to the Elafiti Islands, an hour ride away. It felt like heaven to disembark on a tiny island, that had nothing to offer but quietness, peace and beauty. Most important, I had the perfect company of Christian, a true friend who enchanted the trip with his intelligence and energy.
> Eh Chris, on repart quand?
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