We’ve gotten our fair share of practice in driving in new places and foreign countries, and though I’m not about to join the cast of Fast and Furious 8 anytime soon and parachute land a car from a plane, I’d consider myself a reasonably adept driver. Driving the twisty country roads of Ireland, winding up through the hilly small towns of Majorca with medieval structures almost swiping your side view mirrors, and hugging the cliff edge on the back side of Maui come to mind as some of our more adventurous driving experiences, so I didn’t think twice about driving in Croatia.
Beep Beep: Driving in Croatia
Which is why I wondered, why was I honked at so many times? I don’t think I’ve had more honks sent my direction, ever. They weren’t mean, aggressive honks, like when people lay on their horn and then speed up so they can shoot you a nasty look or unfriendly gesture. It was more like a short, “beep beep, move over,” or “beep beep, hurry up!”
I was honked at for going 85 km/hour in a 60 km/hour zone on the motorway. Granted, I was in the left lane, but I thought that was going fast enough! Apparently not, as the offended car quickly zoomed past and out of sight after I transitioned to the right lane. I wasn’t interested in getting a speeding ticket, so I tried looking online to see if the posted signs are perhaps general suggestions, or maybe even minimums. I had a hard time believing they were limits because everyone else was driving well above.
I was honked at for slowing down at an intersection in Zadar with a light and a stop sign. The light was green, but I thought I should factor the stop sign into the equation and at least slow down! Wrong answer, beep beep. 🙂
Other times I was driving down the road in Croatia with the flow of traffic and no signs or lights to get confused by, and got honked at. I couldn’t figure out what I possibly could have done wrong. Maybe it’s just a way to say, “zdravo?!” But probably not.
On the Open Road
Even with the honking, we loved driving in Croatia. The coastline is gorgeous, with amazingly clear bays, beautiful towns of red-tiled roofs, and little islands popping up all over. Both along the coast and inland, there were so many fields packed with bright red poppies. I’ve never seen such dense bunches of wildflowers. And of course, driving down a mountain into a large, green valley with a Zadar sunset as the backdrop isn’t a bad view either.