Rural Sweden, while pleasant, was a tad boring so we looked forward to notching it up a gear in Stockholm. The first stop at the Vasa Museum didn't sound like much but we were amazed at just how first class this exhibition was. This 64-gun warship sank on her maiden voyage in 1628 and was raised almost fully intact in the 1960's.
Vince is a wonderful guy and a good friend. We usually only meet up at our annual Caravan Club musters where he invariably puts on a great nights entertainment. I asked him if he could spare me a few minutes in between sets to pose for a few shots and he was only too pleased.
Having waxed lyrical about fabulous France and raptured about terrific Tuscany in previous posts it is now time to gush about glorious Greece. The ferry from Bari deposited us at Corfu town and we made our way to a camp ground at Ipsos beach. With only the taverna between Normie and the water we enjoyed the local area for a day before hiring a scooter and exploring the island over the next few days.
After leaving the Istrian peninsula we commenced the island hopping part of the journey with Krk.
Taking a break from the seemingly endless idyllic beach camps we headed inland to the amazing Plitvice Lakes, a chain of 16 terraced lakes, joined by waterfalls, that extend into a limestone canyon.