My first trip was a disaster. We - with relatives - started from Budapest by car on the 19th of August 1968 to the then Yugoslavia. We were told by experienced travellers, experts not to take anything with us expect swimming suits, because of the hot weather there. They proved to be nuisances: as soon as we crossed the border it started raining and the rain did not stop ever. Our original plan was to spend two weeks in and around Opatija, just bathing, enjoying sunshine, diving. The heavy rain chased us away, we decided to make sightseeing trips first to Pula, then down following the shore and hoping for something better in the south. It was useless. I am not joking, anyone may check the records, seaside roads were washed away in several places, we had to climb up to the mountains on lanes and descent again after having lost half a day. But all these sufferings brought us some luck as well: we got acquainted with wonderful places. I shall never forget the tower and market of Split, the bridge of Zadar, Trogir , Korcula and the fairy tale that is called Dubrovnik.

After returning from India we spent a week or so on the island of Krk, in Punat. The fine composition of natural beauty, simple village life and modern apartment-houses made our staying one of the best ever.