Fair play to the Met Office for accurately predicting it was going to rain today here in Croatia. I wasn’t complaining too much because, you know, the gardens over here need it and because by the time we were ready to resume our sun beds by the pool it was sunny and warm again. But rain it did, giving the whole place a magical boost of fresh smells (and I don’t mean the drains).

Speaking of drains, Croatia actually has drains capable of taking toilet paper, unlike most of Greece where you still have to dispose of it into a small bin in the bathroom. Despite having been to Greece on almost 30 occasions, I’ve never quite got used to it. Here on Brac island, not only can you do that, you can also drink tap water.

 

As a keen observer of the female form, I have noted in recent years that topless sunbathing has become a thing of the past. Those preferring nudity visit actual nudist beaches these days. I have no idea why this is, nor do I care. But what I have noticed is more women wearing costumes that reveal their bottoms.

I have no complaints regarding that either, except I have today. At our pool, there is an English family; mum, dad and two children, a boy and a girl. The girl is wearing a two piece costume, the lower section being little more than a thong. This is my imagined conversation with her parents:

“Is that your daughter?

“Yes.”

“How old is she?”

“Nine.” (This is my guess.)

“She’s nine years old and she’s wearing a fucking thong. What are you thinking about?”

I suppose if said girl had been wandering around naked, I’d have found it more, how shall I say, normal. But this didn’t look normal to me. Her clothing looked somehow provocative. Do you know what I mean? I was making a point of looking the other way every time she came by. I am not sure young girls should be wearing thongs.

 

It’s been interesting to read people’s views on going abroad during Covid times. One described how they felt safer away in Greece than they did at home. Given the high number of cases at home at the moment, I can see what they mean. I’ve felt safer in Croatia, too, because of the more assiduous use of masks and because one spends far more time outdoors than at home, but I still have my concerns.

Tomorrow, we have our pre flight Covid tests which will confirm whether we can return home on Monday. If one of us tests positive, it’s likely we won’t be coming home. But what if we had young children and one of them tested positive? What then? I have not yet heard any horror stories but I’ll bet there will be some. And if people return to Europe en masse next year under the current testing regimes, we will be very lucky to avoid some real issues.

 

Speaking of tests and vaccinations and the like, I would strongly recommend getting the vaccinations if you can. I suspect after what will be a very bumpy winter, there will be all manner of conditions to be fulfilled before people can go away next year. Being jabbed will surely be the main one.

 

If Brac island is anything to go by, Croatia is a massive step up from Greece. Aside from the plumbing and drinking water, everything is much cheaper over here and it’s cleaner, too. Things seem to run to time, which is a Brucie bonus. Our apartment is spotless, the towels are changed ridiculously regularly, the air con is part of the deal and the wifi is astonishingly excellent.

I’d come back to Croatia in a heartbeat with Hvar island next on our list, but we’re open to ideas. We drove around the island yesterday and despite one minor disappointment – Postira, which appears to be being rebuilt – it’s nearly perfect. The harbour towns are exquisite.

The thing I like best, which you may hate most, is how quiet the place is and how few Brits there are, except for the lovely resort of Bol. Time slowed down for me in this holiday. And that’s what I call a holiday.