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They don't seem to have realized the tourism potential of the place - unlike the southern sectors of Croatia, such as the Dalmatian coast, Split, and so on.  At least in mid-April, there seemed to be about 10 of us turistas in the whole city of Pula.

My experience of Dalmatia was in the summer of '97. Low cost, and once you got south of Rab, few tourists. Split and Dubrovnik had some, but the rest was empty. The locals had this sort of 'tourists! yay! we love you! tell your friends!' attitude. A couple of the cities were so empty it was eerie - just us and the bullet holes and the 'kill Serbs' graffiti. Plus it was dirt cheap. And of course absolutely stunning. Rab was somewhat marred by the presence of large numbers of Austrians who gave the distinct impression of not caring for non-whites, but otherwise awesome trip.

Best part, staying at the home of a retired Yugo airforce general and his family. He was a Bosnian Croat, his wife, a Serb. There were also a couple Italian guys who made some awesome Bolognese for us all. Then a young 'Muslim' couple from Tuzla joined the house to the immense joy of our hosts (first Bosnian Muslims they'd seen in a while). They celebrated by giving us a free meal of grilled fish (great), homemade wine (meh) and homemade grappa (amazing). After some of that the general broke out into some old partisan songs from his youth, joined by the Bosnians who remembered them from school.

by MarekNYC on Wed Jun 11th, 2008 at 12:04:14 PM EST
but he sang mostly Puccini tenor arias. When the Germans took over Fiume (now Rijeka), they brought all of the boys and men together and told them that they were going into the army. My father-in-law (15 years old) and his best friend went out the back door and up into Mount Maggiore (sp?). Hid out and lived on hand-outs from the farmers until they met up with some Partisans. Captured twice and escaped twice - second time from the big prison in Belgrade. When the Allies bombed the city into partial rubble, they damaged the prison enough to allow the survivors to escape - dodging the guards as they ran.

The homemade wine - what I had was drinkable, but not very. Grappa - not my taste.

paul spencer

by paul spencer (paulgspencer@gmail.com) on Wed Jun 11th, 2008 at 12:54:20 PM EST
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If you can expand on that, it would be a story worth a diary!

*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.
by DoDo on Wed Jun 11th, 2008 at 05:22:39 PM EST
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So Kusturica isn't the only last Yugoslav...

*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.
by DoDo on Thu Jun 12th, 2008 at 08:45:38 AM EST
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