05-VII-1975.

Arpi, his tentmate and we two got on the train in Novi the evening before and by the morning we were somewhere in Podgora, Dalmatian coast. The train was decently crowded, but we still had a compartment to ourselves, so we managed to get some sleep. We put our knapsacks and tents on one shelf (and not too many of those, as my parents took most of it with them, having gone six days ahead of us), so I managed to sleep on the other. Which was quite a feat, considering that the shelf was a metal grille with bars about 10cm apart, and that the train's brakes produced a bit of a final kick - and the open side of my "bed" was facing forward. I didn't fall :).

We probably played a lot of lorum before getting to sleep. It's something we do on a train.

My dad was waiting at the station with his faithful škodilak and took us to the camp. This was the year we were supposed to try some place other than Borik, but after a couple of days we decided we didn't like it. It's not that it was on the slope, and the whole camp was on these terraces, there, the folks have invested a lot of effort to build this and make camping an option despite the terrain, okay, it's not so steep, we'd get used to the stairs soon enough. But... The beach wasn't close enough, or it was dirty, or... we generally didn't like the place. So we decided to declare the attempt a failure, and revert to the Borik we know.

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Mentions: Arpad Gunaroši (Arpi), Borik, lorum, Novi Sad, škodilak, in serbian

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