No idea how we managed to keep ourselves awake. I remember snapshots, but they are fading rapidly.
We've started the trip at 20:00 from Debrecen, and have reached Balaton suprisingly fast. (Back in June, the trip seemed to take an entire day; now it was just a matter of hours passing by.) Kinda blurry past that point; we got through customs rightaway, spent what seems to be an eternity in retrospect going around Zagreb (hope I got the name right), and I remember there were tunnels after tunnels past that point.
We stopped at some gas station at dawn, and that was actually the first time I realized we were someplace different. Every tree was small, the soil was reddish-brown dust, and white rocks with rust-like shades were everywhere - suprising change of scenery, when the last "outdoors" thing you remember is the lush green of the Plains.
From then on, the trip was actually interesting (especially with all the sneaky "succumbing to dreaming out of the blue" thing I had going on - let me get this on record, sleeping is serious business, and just flirting with it between two bumps on the road is just not what a decent guy like yours truly should do). We got to an artificial-looking lake in between some mountains (need to look it up, the agriculture in that area looked really neat and well organized), managed to get to the seaside by around 7 or 8 AM, and the blue of the sea woke us up again, and then...
Well, then I realized I was looking at a spot between the hills where the water actually met the horizon.
It was looking at the Mediterranien. I don't actually have words which could describe the magnitude of that. It was such a definitive moment, my heart literally skipped a beat. Seriously. It felt weird inside and I didn't even care. Could not stop staring at it.
Some minutes later it drove me to the conclusion that any man attempting to rule the entire world is a fool trapped by graspable concepts like state borders. It takes madness to ignore the magnitude of the sea. It cannot be ruled. With land, it's different, there's the illusion of the next hill, the next field...
...with the ocean, it's just waves, which are temporary, and blue meeting blue on the horizon. And that is infinite. Can never go there. Can never conquer.
(I haven't slept for 34 hours at that point, so that might explain the thought. And I just had to get it out of my system, which definitely explains this rant.)
Dubrovnik was a disappointment, though we kinda only passed by (that bridge is great, mind you). Will go back and check the old town sometime soon; but anywhere else, it's just a city that's hyped for no apparent reason. Also, restaurants and apartmants are a lot more expensive than here, 20 kilometers to the south, in Cavtat.
Which is where we've at last found some place to stay. For the record - most of the accomodations are taken. The place is stuffed in August. And for a town apparently living off tourism, having only one place offered is kinda ...discouraging.
But it's a small town, with a huge rocky beach, loads of fancy (and superexpensive) restaurants, nice boats going by, and airplanes(!), many wonderful sights, and a general sense of quiet.
Which is absolutely perfect for a moonkin on vacation.
Oh, and there's also this 701 meters tall mountain which I totally want to climb. The view from up there must be wild.
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