Wednesday and we took a car ride to Baska.
This cultural and historical center with its old stone houses and narrow streets, has been a tourist destination since the 19th century, and has developed into a popular resort. It is known for its inscribed stone monument from 1100, for its many surrounding beaches, and its long tradition in tourism.
We walked around the bay, stopping for a beer at one of the quieter, more local haunts near to the working port.
Dinner was at Kanoba Galija. We ordered Pizzas which were excellent but all the food looked really good and it’s a very popular place. Would highly recommend.
Later, on arrival back at the campsite, the forecast storms arrived and whilst we smugly admired our tie down kit, we listened to the music of fellow campers drumming in some extra tent pegs, cracking open a bottle of red.
Before a single glass had been raised, the storm suddenly gained venom and a large gust of wind ripped one of the steel pegs right out of the ground. The sun canopy collapsed and the most torrential rain descended on our table, chairs and electrical stuff. In near zero visibility due to rain but an un-nerving brightly light sky (incessant lightning) we ventured out and held the awning until we could salvage and re-peg the outfit.
The temperature plummeted to 17 degrees and we were sodden from head to toe. We doubled-up the tie downs and secured a line to the car. All was still standing in the morning.
The aftermath in pictures: