Pag stood out in my mind as stark beauty. I remember that when I was there it reminded me of the Pakistan desert. Geo brings me 70 kilometer from where the ferry will erupt me on its bleak bare flanks while he himself drives on for 300 more kilometers. Not exactly ‘exploring in each others vicinity’ but I desperately want to be on Pag while Geo does not. The island with no trees I so much look forward to. The island existing of fences. Two things my mind mixed up and made its own Pag in my recollection. A week later, when Geo picks me up and we drive away from the peninsula in to the hills I meet with surroundings I much rather had wanted to be in.
Cycling Cindy 