Beside the Sea and on the Sea
I launched myself out of Batosic B & B at 8:00 to walk around Sveti Petar - it was here that I spent most mornings when I lived in Makarska, working at the rowing club with the young rowers.
The rowing club has doubled in size (probably had a morning working bee - just a concrete mixer and some blocks (there is a passionate relationship here with concrete)). Rowing had finished already, they try to get off the water before the beach starts filling up. And it does, it is back to back, body to body, jammed. I never swim on this main beach unless it is 7 am.
I wandered around towards the lighthouse, and took a closer look at the new bar on the point. Actually there are two, but we'll only mention the attractive one. It has been beautifully designed, maybe it's called Oxygen, I'm not sure, but it has what I presume is a council warning tape, like a police cordon around the outside of the bar, complete with a sign, headed up 'Zabrana Koristenja' - forbidden to use' and goes on to say that it is forbidden to enter into the premises or to remove the sign etc. People are obedient - the sign is still there - but the cordon has been trampled down and the first of the customers was sitting there very nicely. Best view for a cafe/bar, but not sure what will happen when the bura wind whips through!
There have been protests (there is a small but growing group of environmentalists) about the bars on this promontory. From my perspective (which, let's be clear, is not the local perspective) what about toilets if you are serving alcohol. Maybe this has now occurred to the council. Hence the cordon. Hence the ignoring of the cordon. Hence the ignoring of the ignoring of the cordon.
It is the church (you know, where we did yoga) which gives this promontory its name - Sveti Petar, named for St Peter. Now that this lighthouse is automated you can rent the house for the summer. You would, of course, be sharing the space with so many sunbathers during the day, and people at the bar at night. The evening does seem to swallow the noise though.
And getting back to the love affair with concrete (beton) here are some shots of what would originally have been jagged rocks along the edge - the more beton, the more sunloungers can lounge. The more sunloungers, the more money earned...each year seems like more beton.
The rowing club has doubled in size (probably had a morning working bee - just a concrete mixer and some blocks (there is a passionate relationship here with concrete)). Rowing had finished already, they try to get off the water before the beach starts filling up. And it does, it is back to back, body to body, jammed. I never swim on this main beach unless it is 7 am.
I wandered around towards the lighthouse, and took a closer look at the new bar on the point. Actually there are two, but we'll only mention the attractive one. It has been beautifully designed, maybe it's called Oxygen, I'm not sure, but it has what I presume is a council warning tape, like a police cordon around the outside of the bar, complete with a sign, headed up 'Zabrana Koristenja' - forbidden to use' and goes on to say that it is forbidden to enter into the premises or to remove the sign etc. People are obedient - the sign is still there - but the cordon has been trampled down and the first of the customers was sitting there very nicely. Best view for a cafe/bar, but not sure what will happen when the bura wind whips through!
There have been protests (there is a small but growing group of environmentalists) about the bars on this promontory. From my perspective (which, let's be clear, is not the local perspective) what about toilets if you are serving alcohol. Maybe this has now occurred to the council. Hence the cordon. Hence the ignoring of the cordon. Hence the ignoring of the ignoring of the cordon.
It is the church (you know, where we did yoga) which gives this promontory its name - Sveti Petar, named for St Peter. Now that this lighthouse is automated you can rent the house for the summer. You would, of course, be sharing the space with so many sunbathers during the day, and people at the bar at night. The evening does seem to swallow the noise though.
And getting back to the love affair with concrete (beton) here are some shots of what would originally have been jagged rocks along the edge - the more beton, the more sunloungers can lounge. The more sunloungers, the more money earned...each year seems like more beton.
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