Our camp site was at Solitudo on the outskirts of Dubrovnik, a well preserved medieval walled city whose past wealth came from its maritime trade. We caught the number 6 bus from Solitudo for a fifteen minute ride into the old city the following morning. It had been raining all night but, according to the forecast, the weather was improving and the rain had just about ceased by the time we disembarked and walked through into the narrow alleyways of the old town.
We spotted a large cruise ship moored at the docks and before long we joined a throng of British tourists milling around the squares and narrow streets – our ears immediately tuning into their snatches of conversation. Fortunately they were walking around in small groups, unlike Venice where there would be thirty or more in a group following their leader, making movement difficult.
We climbed up many flights of steep steps to the top of the city walls where we were charged the equivalent of £12 each for the privilege of walking around the city walls. It provided a good view of the old city and there were fewer tourists who were fit enough to negotiate the steps to enjoy the wonderful view of the bright roofs and the harbour.
