Up at after an early b’fast, this place is wonderful for a good one. Loaded up the golf cart and said goodbye to the Angelo D’Oro hotel. put the luggage away in the van and off on a three hour ride to Platvice National Park (wiki ref here) there are plenty of pics here. The freeway, the A1, is the main North South route for the Country and there are many tunnels that cut through the mountain ranges on the route. Stopping off for a coffee stop we came across another marvel of engineering in the Men’s’ room. This was an innovative piece of engineering from Mr. Dyson of the vacuum fame. A sink tap that is also a hand dryer; the arms on each side of the spout are in fact high speed fans that dry one’s hands at the sink – amazing!
Arriving at the Park we started off at P1 for a 2km stroll, it would have been a brisk walk if not for the large number of visitors. The Park will 
only allow 600 tickets maximum to be sold every hour and an average of 1.5 million people visit per year. Following the path we came to the “Big Waterfall” where we fought each other for the best photo positions. Backtrack a bit along the path we came in on and walk for another twenty-five minutes and we came to the P3 point where we board a ferry to get back to P1, then board another ferry to cross the lake and the finish point. Between the Big Waterfall and P3 one will walk past three of the lakes in the sixteen chain of lakes. Waterfalls abound and the water is crystal clear, a far cry from twenty years ago when tourists operators and farmers polluted so much that the limestone rocks were undergoing chemical changes. That was cleaned up and in 1979 the place became a UNESCO site. Again an experience not to be equalled even if the number of stairs and steps were a little bit wearisome.
Back on the van and passing up the chance to eat at the Park’s cafe Darko the driver took us to a local resto. The menu was a challenge and the interpretation of ‘baking potatoes’ did not have the result to those who ordered them. But they were tasty and hit the spot.
Leaving the area we travelled along the Adriatic coast, splendid views from the freeway on the right side of the van and on the lefthand side so far all we can see are forests and trees. Finally the Split turnoff appeared and we entered what looked like the usual industrial Town. 
However once one was in the Old Town the differences were apparent. Old walls and buildings and hordes of people. Obviously a much louder tourist town that Rovinj. Being desperate for food we managed to snag a place at an overpriced resto. For example a bottle of water was 4.80euro – $7.75cdn. Split is going to be more expensive that Rovinj and Dubrovnik more expensive than Split.