THE WORLD IS YOURS IN MAKARSKA …OR GPS ATTEMPTED MURDER ON FFK NUGAL
In Makarska, I expected, as I was told, sharpy vertical way to the beach, on witch I’ll let go go my soul and the last breath. The thermometer in car was showing in June 34 degree, as I turn in Makarska from Jadramska magistrala somewhere downhill, where there should be the sea. I was awaited with ramps, Croatian kunas and euros, and full parking places. After 15 minutes of circulation, two nice warnings from locals about car spiders, I decided that I will the amount for parking eat and burn out, it’s about 10-20€, and turned back to Jadranska magistrala. There I parked after one of local cars, and asked the driver, nice dark Dalmatinian, what he thinks about my parking.
“Hey, my Slovenian beauty, we can get married and divorced, and the car will still be waiting here for you, don’t worry, go swimming, sunbathing, enjoy yourself, and we see us on beach party at evening, ok?”
600 meters on hot asphalt to the beach is no problem, if you aren’t disabled. Makarska isn’t so steep as other places on this Riviera. And there, where it opens, in June, when from smelly pine trees comes the fresh smell of the sea, where the shadow spacecraft and the view spread up, is the world yours.
In the middle of the season, this is a bustle, a wiper in the towel, a man to a man, every 2 minutes goes by the seller who screams: "Krofneee!", And behind him the others: "Kkkuruz, majs, kukuricaaa!"
And the prices were surprisingly surprising, nothing special is more expensive than elsewhere. Again and again I looked at Biokovo, I could not see this mountain, the feeling that it does not belong in any way is so close. And so different. There are huge shops on each corner, including Lidl.
And thousands of locked love.
It was interesting to me that in the evening after 20 pm, they did not cook more coffee, not even in one locale on a walking route.
Well, in Makarska, of course, you need to see Nugal. To ride there is not good, I was convinced of the way back, the path is really by the sea, but on the cliff, unprotected, a small accident, well ... ooops! ... the cliffs are high.
And I'm going, with navigation, on foot, to burn out ice cream and delicious pizza, through the Osejava Park, boldly over 30 degrees, the path is in some places without a shade, it's lucky to have enough fluid by myself. The forest is beautiful, after a good half hour walk there is quite an unpleasant surprise. A stream of wastewater, rubbish, waste, damage, my heart hurts me, what a person does to this wonderful nature, stench after sewage.
But the right way to Nugal beach is by the sea.
The beach has a magnificent waterfall.