Water vedute: Ugljan, 15th of September 2014.

Ruins of fortress of St. Michael, Ugljan

I remember thirst. We didn't get lost, our path somehow just slipped away in bushes. Still we continue, frightened by snakes. Just below the top, in stingy shade we ate the last nectarine. I tore it with my fingers. A half to each one. And then we proceed to ruins of the St. Michael's fortress. I climb the walls, I must stand on each stone that I can reach. From here I enjoy a wide view.

We don't have any more fruits or water, but we'll get through, we just have to descend now.

Upon returning, in Poljana and Preko, we greedily pour ourselves with soft drinks. When we got rested, through the sea, with backpacks raised high above our heads, we walk about eighty meters to small island Galevac just across. We will bathe next to the monastery. Next to Paul the Hermit.

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Last updated on 15th of September 2014.