We've reached our turning point. Leaving the site we follow Dubrovnk's circuitous traffic system, passing the cruise terminal with two huge cruise ships, and climbing up to the suspension bridge from where we can see the site and beach across the harbour.

The roads are far less busy as we retrace our route from Thursday, the sun is bright and we are fresher so can enjoy this spectacular coast again. The colours are vivid and pink Oleander brightens up the hillsides.

We reach Mali Ston, stop beside the estuary with its oyster beds and sit outside for lunch, before looking up somewhere to stop for the night. The journey through the vineyards and olive groves seem much shorter today, but when we reach the coordinates in the book, once again there is no sign of a camperstop.

Continuing in the hope of seeing somewhere we turn off into a tiny resort called Trstenik; a narrow road, narrow beach and a row of locus-bean trees in an emerald bay.

On Thursday we noticed lots of wine tasting establishments so we call into one and buy a couple of bottles of local wine from what is known as the Pelijesac region, referring to the peninsula we are on. We learn that donkeys used to transport the grapes through tunnels in the mountains.

We are almost in Orebic, much further than we intended, when we find Camp Nevio and check in. Ali and Grete are whipped off on a buggy to chose our pitches. We par under more locus-bean trees and head down to the site's beach. Vans are pitched on shady terraces almost to the water's edge, probably with a premium for these privileged positions right above the gently lapping tide.

In the evening we cool off with spritzers before Grete cooks a light pasta supper with one of our Pelijaesac reds.