By Kevin Wilkerson, PubClub.com Travel Editor
I didn’t drink any vodka martinis, have a bunch of cool gadgets given to me by a guy named Q or a Bond girl to accompany me everywhere. But other than those things, I did live the James Bond lifestyle while in the Makarska Riviera in Croatia.
I was at Bluesun Hotel Berulia on the Makarska Riviera in Croatia. Room 007. A bath robe hung on a hook by an all-glass shower by the bed. On the deck were a pair of lounge chairs with towels. And a swim-up pool. Yes, a swim-up pool in room number 007. I was not shaken but was definitely stirred.
This, and other things about the location, had me living the James Bond lifestyle at this beautiful location in Croatia, two hours up the coast from the city of Split. I went to the top of the mountains to walk on the Biokovo Skywalk hanging over the side. hiked the Napoleon French Road. toured the unique and technologically-advanced Botanical Garden Kotisina, did an olive oil tasting paired with Croatian wines and went down to the coast for cocktails and appetizers on the rooftop bar at Aminess Khalani Hotel, a beach walk in the beautiful area of Brela and dinner – and champagne – at the beachfront restaurant Arca.
From Croatia With Love.
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More than once I said to myself, “I must be dreaming.”
It was my first trip to Croatia and the beauty of this area promises to stay with me longer than a scene from a Bond movie. The walk along the path that runs in front of the Bluesun was more alluring even than its large pool, and even the one out the door of my room. Although I most definitely did a few laps in the latter, then donned the robe and laid out in the sun on one of the reclining lounge chairs, acting very much like James Bond.
On the walk, I passed one stop-and-take-a-photo-or-video spot after another, so scenic it would stop Bond himself in his steps. The water was so clear and inviting it practically draged me into it as it quietly rolled into the shore or slapped against rocks. The only thing that broke my concentration was arriving at a small harbor. That, and a cool-looking beach bar where I unfortunately did not get to enjoy a vodka martini due to being on a tight schedule. Not even James Bond can do everything.
Eventually, I had return to home, and it was from Croatia with love. Yet I know this diamond is forever.