Kroatien

Arrr, after near two moon’s time in Croatia, today we be settin’ sail, chartin’ course fer th’ shores o’ Greece, says I!

Our last berth in Croatia, back in th’ year 2024 over Christmas an’ New Year’s, left us a bit miffed at th’ coolness o’ the Croatian folks. Might as well have stayed in me own vessel, by Davy Jones’ locker!

But, these past couple o’ months, we’ve come ter see Croatia in a new light, and shiver me timbers, we be fans now! First off, every Croatian there speaks the Queen’s English, and a good many jabber in German too; second, they be always up for a hearty chinwag. Relaxed, on the level, an’ friendly they be. Here, voyagin’ be a true pleasure, I tells ye!

Arrr, it needs ter be: 10% to 15% o’ Croatia’s treasure be plundered from tourism. For charters, this port be th’ prime roost in all o’ Europe, an’ no mistake, one o’ th’ priciest. But everything ran smooth as th’ calm sea, which fer us, be no small feat. All charterers we met were true-blue professionals, sturdy as th’ keel o’ a ship!

As ye trek along th’ promenades, ’tis hard ter believe that a war raged here nigh on 30 years ago. Croatia has triumphed: now there be peace, security, and prosperity. Part of th’ EU, Schengen, NATO, an’ they’ve even taken to usin’ th’ Euro. To achieve all this, they had ter choose wise governance an’ keep their pride in check — a feat I’d be wishin’ on all former Yugoslav republics, fer it be worth th’ effort. As a Swiss meself, ARR! I know well how tough that can be.

We be now boardin’ th’ ferry fer Italy, and from there, directly continuin’ our voyage to Greece, where we’ve rented quarters fer two weeks in Lefkada.

Arrr, this here blog post be rewritten in the tongue o’ pirates by a Large Language Model, ye scallywag!