(B)eaten into submission

Sometimes when I'm on holiday it's just good to stop.

You can only eat so much good food in a week, and combined with the heavy socialising we were wearing out. After a week of non-stop feasting Emma and I opted to spend the day hanging around the apartment.

Which was tough because, well, it's just so ugly around there:

The day started off with a walk around the waterfront looking for fish (lots), cats (lots) and snacks (few).

We're still astonished with how clear the water is. We can see to the bottom even in the deeper parts of the harbour, and there were large schools of fish in the harbour. One school looked as if it had hundreds of small fish. It was easily the largest school I've seen outside of the Great Barrier Reef.

Cats? Squillions. Not always well-loved by the locals they're mildly suspicious of strangers. 

Emma's animal-fu quickly overcomes this, and in short time she and the local cats are the best of friends.

The one shop in Prigradica is the size of a smallish broom cupboard, so it doesn't offer a particularly wide selection.

The shop does solve one mystery: why are dogs much rarer than cats?

The answer: soup.

We passed.

Once we overcame the shopkeeper's indifference we bought a packet of vegetable noodle soup, some bread and a tin of tuna instead, and had soup with a bean and tuna salad.

I've loved the food here, but having something light to reset the appetite was wonderful.

In the afternoon we sat on the balcony and read until late afternoon when the temperature drove us indoors.

And read. 

I could get used to this...