After bacon butties on the jetty of our little wild camping spot, we set off for the island of Krk.  Pronounced Kirk like the Scottish Kirk. The bridge that connects to the mainland cost 46 Kona about £5.50 (which you only pay on entry to Krk not exit). Not a bad price for a motorhome ride with a spectacular view.  As soon as you arrive it feels very different to the mainland and we could hardly wait to find our next patch.

We umm’d and arr’d over which campsite but opted for Krk Camping as recommended by quite a few people. Then we remembered the lovely photos from Linda and Gordon’s trip.  We arrive at the rather busy 5 star ASCI site. We managed to grab one of the last four pitches on the site at €19 pn plus tax. But sadly its only for 2 days as the campsite is fully booked.

With only two days we made the most. The island of Krk in Kvarner Bay is the largest island in the Adriatic Sea.  Krk has an area of just over 400 km² and has been connected to the mainland since 1980. About 1,300 different species of plants grow on the island and many birds inhabit it. But Krk is most famous for its butterflies, which constantly flutter by. Boaters and paddle boarders will find the many secluded bays around the island particularly interesting. The water is amazingly clear

To our right or should I say west lies the town of Krk.  After a brief dip in the sea with Mac n Tosh we take them for a long walk. We walk to krk town via a coastal path that runs right from the campsite to the town. The trial takes you through wooded areas, secluded bays and a few resorts. Altogether a really pleasant stroll.

Krk appears elegant as we approach from the rocky headland. We opt to walk around the perimeter towards the harbour.  Its historical centre hides within the old stone walls. All the roofs are standing in the perfect balance, except four bell towers which are projecting straight to the sky. Among them, the dominant onion domed cathedral bell tower.

We wander amongst the old town gazing through shop windows and tiny alleys.  We spot a shop named Noah’s ark, must be a good omen for that’s the name we’ve given to this years trip. The crowds are gathering and it becomes rather busy and congested. As usual, we head away from the crowd of harbour and the main square. We wander up the quiet small streets and squares.  These are the places where all the essence of krk town is contained. The hidden streets were the time is settling dust on the doors and the cobweb is protecting them from the opening. Were snakes slitter across path and scares us half to death. 

We look up and the clouds are looming.  Thankfully, we’d shut all the sky lights, its not catching Vin a second time.  We scurry back with Mac n Tosh leading the way (following the submarine!) and make it before the heavens open. Nothing for it, a nice cuppa to watch the rain trickle down the motorhome. 

Onwards to Krk island

Half an hour later and the rain stops. Everyone is back out on the campsite, which is just beautiful by the way. With stone terraced pitches and well presented gardens. Everything you’d expect from a 5 star facility. In the distance we watch the lightening and minutes later the thunder arrives. People scurry around to take down the awnings and secure all loose objects. The site wardens run round like headless chickens trying to collect all the sun beds, canopies and chairs.  Its a raise against time and everyone is helping each other. Within seconds the thunder roars, the winds whirl and the storm arrives. Its a wild one for sure. Vin protects us from the pelting rain, whilst Mac n Tosh curl on our laps. Poor things hate the thunder. Its a long, sleepless night.

We woke in the middle of the night. The dogs were whimpering, Vin was rocking and the wind howled. Lightning lit the sky. I climbed back into bed and tucked Mac n Tosh under the covers. We dozed and tossed for the majority of the night. We got up and looked out of the window. The storm was calm but it had left its mark.

After breakfast, we ventured out to check the damage. The campsite felt deserted with hardly anyone around. Rubbish piled in the doorways and camping gear in the middle of the road. The campsite wardens were up and about and already busy cleaning the mess. We check Vin and everything appears OK, he escaped unharmed.  But as we walk towards the shower blocks we see all is not well. Some poor motorhomes and caravans lost their awnings in the storm. Ripped and damaged beyond repair. 

Our Bumble paid camping spot N045.021892, E014.592239

Sadly, today we have to leave Camp Krk. So before everyone wakes we pack up and leave. Check out is quick and simple and we move on to our next spot on the island, Stara Baska.