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A Life in Ruins – Roman Amphitheatre at Pula, Croatia

The flights to Pula in Croatia were an irresistible bargain at only £16 return, which effectively meant that they were being subsidised by Ryanair because we didn’t even have to pay the full Government flight taxes.  Sitting next to us was a couple from Kenilworth who had an impressive capacity for drinks from the sky-bar.  They loaded up with beers and whiskey on its first pass down the aisle and they restocked when it returned back the other way.  I like a gin and tonic to help pass the flight but I couldn’t possibly compete with these two heavyweight boozers.

It was a good flight and we enjoyed clear views of the snow capped Alps that ended dramatically as the land levelled out into the flat plains of Northern Italy and Trieste with colourful patchwork fields all waiting for the crops that would soon be growing there.  It was picture-book stuff with high fluffy white clouds and a vivid turquoise Adriatic Sea punctuated liberally by vivid green islands each with a vivid halo of sparkling white beach.  It is an interesting fact that that there are approximately one thousand two hundred and fifty Croatian islands in the Adriatic, which compares to about one thousand four hundred Greek Islands.  Only seventy-nine are inhabited however compared with nearly three times as many (two hundred and twenty seven) in Greece.  The plane flew in over the nature reserve of the Brijuni National Park where the Yugoslavian war hero and President Tito had created a wildlife safari park and built his holiday home.

It was only a small airport but the passport control officers were unusually officious and made a thorough inspection of our passports which they reconciled to our faces and then completed the process with a theatrical application of a customs stamp on one of the document’s blank pages.  I liked that, you don’t see this very often these days and it made me feel like a serious traveller.

The sun was shining when we left the airport and we quickly found a taxi that took us the short journey into the city and to the Hotel Galija.  This was a pleasantly refurbished accommodation with a nautical theme in the public areas including an impressive model ship in a glass case in the dining room (Galija means Galley) and with bright and spacious rooms that overlooked the terracotta tiled roofs of the surrounding buildings and after we had settled in we went out to visit the city.

The most important and most impressive building in Pula is the first century Roman Amphitheatre that is the sixth largest in the world and one of the best-preserved examples of its kind.  The Coliseum in Rome was the biggest Roman Amphitheatre and could seat a massive fifty-thousand spectators (Some estimates suggest eighty thousand but generally about fifty thousand is the agreed capacity of the stadium), the second largest was Capua, also in Italy but now sadly in ruin, which had only a slightly smaller capacity, and the third was in El Djem in Tunisia with a capacity of thirty-five thousand.  The Amphitheatre in Pula was designed for about twenty-five thousand and there were similar sized stadiums in Verona in Italy and at Nimes and Arles in Southern France so this was more of a Championship rather than a Premiership Ground.

We walked around the external walls and I was immediately struck by the grandeur and magnificence of the building.  I have been to Rome and seen the Coliseum and in my opinion nothing can compare with that but this building made that assessment a close run thing.  It towered mightily above us reaching up into the clear blue sky and looking proud and strong.  The area around it is open and accessible and that makes viewing it in many ways easier than looking at the Coliseum surrounded as that is by a busy main road and a constant throng of tourists jostling for photographic opportunities.  As it was about lunchtime we decided to postpone the visit to the inside until the afternoon and we walked back towards the city centre to look for somewhere to eat.

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Related Articles:

Spartacus the Gladiator

Rome

The Roman City of Pompeii

The Roman City of Herculaneum

The Roman Amphitheatre at Pula

The Aqueduct of Segovia

The Roman Buildings at Mérida

The Roman Ruins at Segóbriga

Diocletian’s Palace at Split

The Roman Buildings at Arles

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting Moment

Folegandros Hora

What a fabulous island Folegandros is and completely safe in my top five list of personal favourites.

We first visited in 2007 and the village squares were colourful, vibrant and bursting with an eclectic energy that spilled into the streets from the balconies and terraces of the bars and restaurants.  It was an enchanting place with picturesque settings plucked straight from the pages of a travel book, pretty squares with restaurants under trees where visitors were struggling to make menu selections next to local people just sitting and talking and passing the evening away.

The streets were alive with friendly people and there was an unspoilt ambience that drew us down twisting side streets and through narrow alleys that led always to even more clusters of inviting tavernas that made choosing a dining venue very difficult indeed.  Eventually we selected a table at the side of the main square and we enjoyed excellent food and amused ourselves people watching as there was a constant stream of local people and holiday makers moving continuously through the pretty square.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Create

Table Sculpture – Milos, Greece

With the weather improving we walked into the little village to do important things like check the bus and ferry time-tables, see where we might like to eat later tonight and find a little bar for an afternoon mythos.  All along the harbour side there were tavernas and bars and in the late afternoon they weren’t too busy and we attracted the unwanted attention of waiters who were anxious for business and we explained to them all that we weren’t eating right now but if they left us alone then we might come back later.

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Greece 2011, Captain Ben’s Boat

Party Boat Antiparos Greece

On the previous evening the owners of the Kastro hotel had persuaded us to book a trip for a full day boating adventure and a trip around the island with Captain Ben.  They had promised that it would be great fun and that the weather would be perfect and after a couple of glasses of red wine we were easily talked into handing over our money.

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Greece 2011, Antiparos

Kastro Antiparos

The hotel Kastro was excellent, we had stayed there before and had requested the same room but the owner insisted on upgrading us at no extra cost to a superior room and we were not going to argue with that!

In the morning we had an excellent breakfast under a swaying gazebo in the garden where we planned a leisurely day in and around the village and the beaches.

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Greece 2011, Swimming With Sharks and Greek Australians

Paros Souvenir Drift Wood Boat

After the shortest of refreshment breaks our next stop was the beach which was just a stone’s throw from the hotel so we collected our swimming essentials and found a spot we liked on the sand, stripped down to our bathing costumes and paddled out into the inviting silky water. .

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Pula, Croatia

A week or two after returning from Riga there had been a very minor snow fall over the south of England, certainly no more than a flake or two, but predictably this had resulted in total travel chaos and the motorways and the airports had been brought to a ridiculous standstill.  I had contrasted this with the heavy snowfall in Riga on the day that we arrived that had been dealt with quickly, efficiently and caused no disruption to transport arrangements at all.

I mention this because as we sat in the departure lounge waiting to go to Pula, in Croatia, there was a little sprinkling of snow and I was concerned that this may result in an unwanted flight delay.  Thankfully however the airport ground crew were able to deal with the quarter of a centimetre or so on the runway and we took off precisely on time.

The flights to Pula were an irresistible bargain at only £16 return, which effectively meant that they were being subsidised by Ryanair because we didn’t even have to pay the full Government flight taxes.  Sitting next to us was a couple from Kenilworth who had an impressive capacity for drinks from the sky-bar.  They loaded up with beers and whiskey on its first pass down the aisle and they restocked when it returned back the other way.  I like a gin and tonic to help pass the flight but I couldn’t possibly compete with these two heavyweight boozers.

It was a good flight and we enjoyed clear views of the snow capped Alps that ended dramatically as the land levelled out into the flat plains of Northern Italy and Trieste with colourful patchwork fields all waiting for the crops that would soon be growing there.  It was picture-book stuff with high fluffy white clouds and a vivid turquoise Adriatic Sea punctuated liberally by vivid green islands each with a vivid halo of sparkling white beach.

It is an interesting fact that that there are approximately one thousand two hundred and fifty Croatian islands in the Adriatic, which compares to about one thousand four hundred Greek Islands.  Only seventy-nine are inhabited however compared with nearly three times as many (two hundred and twenty seven) in Greece.  The plane flew in over the nature reserve of the Brijuni National Park where the Yugoslavian war hero and President Tito had created a wildlife safari park and built his personal holiday home.

It was only a small airport but the passport control officers were unusually officious and made a thorough inspection of our passports which they carefully reconciled to our faces and then completed the process with a theatrical application of a customs stamp on one of the document’s blank pages.  I liked that, you don’t see this very often these days and it made me feel like a serious traveller.

The sun was shining when we left the airport and we quickly found a taxi that took us the short journey into the city and to the Hotel Galija.  This was a pleasantly refurbished accommodation with a nautical theme in the public areas including an impressive model ship in a glass case in the dining room (Galija means Galley) and with bright and spacious rooms that overlooked the terracotta tiled roofs of the surrounding buildings and after we had settled in we went out to visit the city.

The most important and most impressive building in Pula is the first century Roman Amphitheatre that is the sixth largest in the world and one of the best-preserved examples of its kind.  The Coliseum in Rome  was the biggest Roman Amphitheatre and could seat a massive fifty-thousand spectators (Some estimates suggest eighty thousand but generally about fifty thousand is the agreed capacity of the stadium), the second largest was Capua, also in Italy but now sadly in ruin, which had only a slightly smaller capacity, and the third was in El Djem in Tunisia with a capacity of thirty-five thousand.  The Amphitheatre in Pula was designed for about twenty-five thousand and there were similar sized stadiums in Verona  in Italy and at Nimes and Arles  in Southern France so this was more of a Championship rather than a Premiership Ground.

We walked around the external walls and I was immediately struck by the grandeur and magnificence of the building.  I have been to Rome and seen the Coliseum and in my opinion nothing can compare with that but this magnificent building made that assessment a close run thing.  It towered mightily above us reaching up into the clear blue sky and looking proud and strong.  The area around it is open and accessible and that makes viewing it in many ways easier than looking at the Coliseum surrounded as that is by a busy main road and a constant throng of tourists jostling for photographic opportunities.

As it was about lunchtime we decided to postpone the visit to the inside until the afternoon and we walked back towards the city centre to look for somewhere to eat.

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Related Articles:

Spartacus the Gladiator

Rome

The Roman City of Pompeii

The Roman City of Herculaneum

The Roman Amphitheatre at Pula

The Aqueduct of Segovia

The Roman Buildings at Mérida

The Roman Ruins at Segóbriga

Diocletian’s Palace at Split

The Roman Buildings at Arles

Verona

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Croatia, Gradac to Hvar

The Croatian archipelago is the second largest in the Mediterranean after the Greek and there are approximately one thousand two hundred and fifty Croatian islands in the Adriatic stretching all the way down the coast from Istria to Dubrovnik.  This compares to about one thousand four hundred Greek Islands but includes quite a lot of islets and reefs so although this sounds a lot only sixty-six are actually inhabited compared with almost four times as many, two hundred and twenty seven, in Greece.

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Island Hopping 2006, Paros, Naoussa

I had a restless night full of wild and vivid dreams and I woke early.  I like to start the day with tea so I made some and went onto the balcony overlooking the hotel garden building site.  At about eight o’clock the builders started to arrive and were clearly perplexed about where they should move the rocks to today.  Without any sign of a supervisor to give sensible instructions this required thirty minutes or so of volatile chatter which became increasingly louder and excitable as the debate continued.

I was so pleased that we had a car and we had planned a trip to Naoussa on the other side of the island. I think the construction workers (and I use this description in the loosest sense) were somewhat surprised to see a room in occupation and I was convinced that this was the reason for the frequent outbursts of mocking laughter.

Eventually a truckload of stone arrived which prompted more animated discussion about a suitable place to unload it. Presumably the idea was to find the most difficult and inaccessible place on the site so that later the digger driver could move it to where they really want it to be. It actually all became rather amusing.  I could spend a lot of money to watch a farce at a West End show but it wouldn’t be nearly as funny as this was.

We took our drive to Naoussa and dropped down into the village and into the bustling harbour. It was a lovely place, a genuine combination of tourism and local industry with fishermen mending their nets and preparing last nights catch next to their gaily painted fishing boats of assorted shapes and sizes that were laid up bobbing gently and resting against the harbour walls. This was a much nicer place than Parikia with lots of charming little streets and hidden nooks of interest. We had our breakfast in a side street bar and then walked the length of the village and around the harbour.

Next we drove out of Naoussa and found a beach on the northern tip of the island.  The beach was wide and sandy and we found a spot in the sand dunes to put down our towels and sunbathe.   I went into the sea and when I was far enough out to be discreet I slipped off my swimming trunks and enjoyed swimming without them for a while.  After a drink at a beach side taverna we returned to our apartment stopping on the way back to buy some drinks.

Back at the Bates Motel the dog was still there.  Now, I don’t like dogs and they don’t like me either.  I certainly didn’t like this one.  It was an untidy looking thing that had that annoying habit that a dog has of wanting to stick its nose into my groin for a sniff.  I’m actually very picky about who sniffs my genitals and I am never very comfortable about the close proximity of a set of canine jaws to a part of my anatomy I am very fond of.   And it left that smudge of dribble on my cream shorts, which until it dried made it look as if I had an incontinence problem.  I really hate that.

 We walked back to the beach, past the nice hotel with no vacancies, and we spent a leisurely afternoon swimming, snorkelling and sunbathing and at one point I spent thirty minutes at the bar with a beer.  Back at the apartment Sally and Charlotte completed their post card diaries and gave them to me to post to boyfriends and families when I returned home.

Later we went back into town to return the hire car and to have our last evening meal together before I had to go back to Athens to return home.  We walked through the town and the girls used the Internet once more.  I checked the Easyjet site again, just in case, but the airfares remained stubbornly high and I was resigned to having to return home according to my original schedule and not enjoy the enticing two extra days that had been beckoning me.  We had dinner on the sea front in a friendly little taverna and I had my first and only moussaka of the holiday, the girls tried the vegetarian versions and then I shared mine with the cats.