I must have died in Zagreb.

Maybe it was the smoke fumes, maybe it was my Ukranian room mate.  Probably the Ukranian.  Whatever it was, I must have died, because I've ended up in heaven.  We made it to Pula and it is all we hoped for.

We came across in a little bus that was 'direct to Pula', by which they meant it was direct to Rovinj and then became an intertown service.  It was alright though, we got to see some pituresque Croatian towns on our way.  It was a little stressful getting the place we're staying (I'm actively avoiding using the word hostel), the bus driver didn't recognise the stop we were aiming for.  All we knew from there was that it was the second to last stop.  We got off at the last stop in the end, which was outside the Stoja camping ground which I knew from google mapping research was just around from our place.  We asked an incredibly nice girl at the ice cream shop (who thankfully spoke English), she tried her best but didn't really know the place.  So we took a chance and walked back up the hill.  And found it. 

It is perfect here.  We have this little apartment on the ground floor, and it is all our own.  No dorm room, no shared kitchen, just our little place.  It is done up very nicely an is clean and private.  The woman that runs the place is a little brisk but very nice.  We also went for a wander towards town and found a supermarket fairly close, within walking distance for our walking legs.  The stairs to the beach are about 5 metres from the front gate, and at the bottom is a little bay which is absolutely beautiful.  So far the weather has been stunning as well, clear blue skies and hot, with a perfect breeze.  They don't do sandy beaches here though so lieing on the beach isn't particularly comfortable (a bit stoney).  Tomorrow however we plan to walk about 100m up the road where there is a little park that leads down to the beach so we can lie on the grass.  Pula thought of everything for us.  Theres even a bus stop right outside, and a good little restaurant directly across the road.  They don't do footpaths so much around here, but it doesn't matter because when you run out of footpath you just wander along the side of the road and the cars go around you.  The people here seem pretty chilled.  The perfect holiday from our travels.

So I wouldn't expect a huge number of blogs from me over the next couple of days.  There won't be much to talk about, we'll just be sleeping, reading and eating.  And drinking Istrian wine.  I will try and get the next round of photos up however.