Corrosive (36 1/2)

Nature in the Industrial Shadow

It is an age of high temperatures, so the route should be chosen wisely. Circular trail “BATTIALA TRAIL’ of 10 km shall act as a reasonable choice.

By coincidence of circumstances, only 1/2 of the teams (hence 36 1/2 ⁇ ).

Compared to the initial plan, we correct the starting point and park the car by the sea, “eye to eye” with the cement factory.

It's huge. It dominates the environment that it has permanently polluted with its presence in all possible ways.

The mutilated bay, dust and noise are the prospect of a lasting future for this otherwise beautiful area.

But miraculously, the sea is not polluted. Or at least our eye doesn't notice it. On the strings of houses near the factory worker's tute, mostly orange.

If you turn your back on the factory and ignore the noise, the place becomes tame, soothing. The little boats are dormantly swinging at sea, here and there, just a local in some of their daily routine.

Industrial mastodon here prevented apartmentization in that ugly sense of the word.

Campsite Tunarica

The road leads us by the sea to Camp Tunarica. The noise of the factory is not heard here. The campsite with ** is immersed in the woods. Deep shade provides refreshment. Birds chirping, chickens, little boats. A location that relaxes in an instant.

A beautiful horizon opened in front of us. We welcome Rakalj and the Hauser Trail...were! ⁇

We are not fans of camping, but we get a clearer picture of why someone is.

Now we are good along the hill, the path of St. Lawrence of Labin.

The trail is partially overgrown, but well marked.

What a surprise! A football field neither in heaven nor on earth. And how many stacked cups!

We didn't see the name of the club. Are preparations taking place on such terrains, far from the eyes of the public? ⁇

Along the trail and natural waterfalls there are.

We proudly take photos at the top, in this dog heat climbing is simply not at all.

The cement factory in front of us, but the noise, our invisible companion for a good part of the walk, is no longer heard.

Tears of ST. Lucius

According to the initial plan, we have a quick return to the steep slope, but we are curious to see the tears of St. John the Baptist. Lucius, so we're opting for a bigger tour.

Sv. Lucia is the patron saint of eyes and eyes. We attach 2kn for pledge, grateful for acceptable +/- diopters, cylinders and astigmatism. Vision is God's gift.

We return to the trail, and the road leads us to Skitača where there is also a church dedicated to St. John the Baptist. Lucia.

Skitača

Next to the church is an old well, and an old (two)story house in which a mountain house is located. It's not open.

It's a small village, very charming. Residents nowhere in sight, but we believe it comes to life with the arrival of mountaineers.

Now we need to start the journey of the sea from these 425 meters.

Lighthouse Crna Punta

Initially, we pass along paths along and on which fragrant herbs grow. Brnistra is the queen.

The trail is well marked, but overgrown. It would be hard without long legs and hats. Consultation with a mobile phone is essential. Wrong step or two, you're out of the way in no time.

We're finally making our way to the road. But we'll just cross it and continue on the steep wide gravel road.

It is so steep that there is a warning at the beginning of the road.

The road leads us right to the lighthouse. We can't get close. This whole time for this? ⁇

Our thighs are thighs, thirsty, tired, but satisfied that we are at the lowest point.

The intermediate station is Crna Punta, the starting point of the Istrian hiking trail that ends in Crveni vrh in the area of the town of Umag. Its length of 150 km connects the eastern and western coasts of Istria.

From here, we'll head for the finish line by the sea.

But we're just about to take another short climb. Oh, Jay! We run out of water, effort accelerates the pulse, we catch our breath. ⁇  

Fortunately, we are largely in the shade. Thirst is increasing, but water on a watershed does not seem drinkable for people who want to live for a while longer.

We're approaching the cement plant. Who'd have thought we'd be happy like this? Her noise as the most beautiful instrument.

And just as we finally praised the inhabitants of this region for properly dumping the garbage, when you have it on! But people, why are you doing this? Satisfied with how you are “prišparali“? ⁇

Almost 20 miles behind us. ⁇

And the lives that don't kill you make you stronger. It's a living truth!

Gastro corner

Tavern Home, Sv. Peter in the Woods.

Istrian maneštrica, pljukanci with prosciutto and curd, grilled vegetables with potatoes, semifredo with apples.

Malvasia Franc Arman.

All for 10+ with fair prices.

Ombolo and pancetta are also purchased for home instructions. Some of the sculptural works are also offered. We didn't ask prices.

Until the arrival of a group of strangers with a child in a wheelchair and the atmosphere was pleasantly quiet. ⁇

St. Peter in the Forest

The town itself is dominated by the square and the church of St. Peter and Paul the Apostle. And next to it a Pauline monastery.

Magnificent. We looked inside and walked.

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