Naturist Camping In Croatia – Overview of Bunculuka Campground

Nudist Camping Review of Bunculuka in Croatia
Naturist Camping at Bunculuka in Croatia – By the time Gosia and I reached Croatia there was a rainbow gleaming in the distance. At long last we thought our hunt was done. The amazing sun filled bright skies waited. We headed to Medullin, a town on the southern tip of the Istrian peninsula where a friend of Gosia’s helps to run a pension. Substantially needed was done. The atmosphere was cool. Gosia’s buddy assessed the prediction. Rain was on the way for Istria. Rain was on the way to virtually everywhere. I wondered where it could have perhaps come from. One thing I knew for sure. It wasn’t America’s fault despite what everybody kept telling me.
In the morning, on the slim promise of a pretty friendly outlook, Gosia and I determined to head east along the coast – to the island paradise of Krk. The landscape was breathtaking. Expressway curves protruded off the sides of cliffs. Everywhere jagged stone soared up into the heavens. Distant green mountains beckoned. The only difficulty was staying on the highway. It wasn’t simply a matter of keeping my eyes off the landscape. It was in Slovenia that I realized my GPS did not comprise Croatia. I was driving with just a dim highway map to guide me. It was through sheer luck that Gosia and I ‘d stumbled into a Kaufland where we could buy a necessary electric kettle to heat up water. Our Communist era screw-in stove took an hour just to get water steaming, never mind boiling.
In spite of the freeway map I missed an exit. That meant an extra toll. When there is one thing I did not anticipate on this trip, it was how much I ‘d have to pay for the privilege of driving. The whole continent, with the fortuitous exception of Germany, requires paying tolls for the use of freeways, usually in the form of a sticker called a vignette. Prices range from 10 euros to 40 euros. Talk about missing America. If there was one difference about Croatia, it was the fact that they employed young lads at the ticket booths whose job it was to press the button that prints the ticket, get the ticket and hand it to you as if you as a foreigner had no notion what to do like back home in New Jersey, where there’s no such thing as a gas station with self service. The first time I pulled into a gas station in Europe I really did not know what to do.

Bunculuka Croatia Nudist Campground
The island of Krk has few gas stations at least from what you can see in the main road. We saw nothing but beautiful brush. With three picks of naked favorable naturist camping available, Gosia and I determined to attempt the farthest one from humanity. It was Bunculuka, situated at the end of a fishing town called Baska, itself situated at the mouth of a narrow valley in turn situated at the southeast corner of the isle. It meant driving up a steep incline which at times I doubted my Ford Escort could do. But do it it did. Descending through the hairpin turns on the other side we didn’t regret it.
By the time we arrived at Bunculuka’s reception desk Gosia and I were both breathless from the viewpoint. We fast declared our wish for a area. The receptionist gave us a queer look. She inquired with her sharpened English, does one know this is a naturist camp? Gosia and I could not help but grin.
Yes, we wept. That’s why we are here!
We were at the end of the world.
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