Hotel Prišćapac Resort & Apartments, Korčula, Croatia

15/06/2026

You've heard that too, haven't you?

Discover the new promotional image video of Croatian tourism, starr...

15/06/2026

September Getaway at Hotel Prišćapac!

Discounted rate from September 14!

Discover the perfect time to enjoy the beauty of Island Korčula in September. The sea remains wonderfully warm, the sunshine is still bright, and the summer crowds have faded away.

Experience vivid autumn colors, crystal-clear waters, and a more relaxed atmosphere while exploring charming coastal towns, hidden beaches, and breathtaking island excursions. September offers ideal conditions for sightseeing, cycling, hiking, and unforgettable day trips.

Enjoy the beauty of Croatia at its most comfortable - warm days, peaceful surroundings, and endless opportunities for adventure await at Hotel Prišćapac.

20/05/2026

My adventure came to an end today. I think I managed my energy well – or maybe our minds simply work in a way that we only truly relax when we finally can. I’m not sure, but right now I feel like I wouldn’t set off on another journey tomorrow… maybe next year. 😊

Today, there were only about 20 km left back to the hotel, and along the way I planned to collect two more stamps. In Smokvica, at the Church of the Virgin Mary, I easily found the stamp, and in the nearby shop I also bought myself some breakfast.

Unfortunately, the Toreta winery was closed, so I missed another stamp today as well. “Toreta” is actually the local name for the dry-stone shepherd huts built from stacked rocks, which I also came across during the hike. They create a truly characteristic sight in the mountainous landscape. Today’s route, by the way, led through the mountains the entire way.

I would also like to mention the importance of cats on the island. I saw many cats during my journey, and cat often appear on souvenirs, paintings, and sculptures as well. On the Dalmatian islands, cats have always played an important role, as they kept rats away from ships and storage buildings. Fishermen often fed them with fish, and by now they have become an essential part of the Mediterranean atmosphere. In many places, they are considered the guardians of the harbors.

I arrived back at the hotel around noon, so now it’s time for a little rest and the start of the season. 😊

We warmly welcome everyone to Korčula Island and Prišćapac!

19/05/2026

Today was a serious trekking day. I calculated every step and even my phone charging in advance, yet somehow a few extra kilometers still slipped in.

In the morning I didn’t want to miss the only breakfast included with the accommodation, so I set off at 8 a.m. and reached Žrnovo relatively quickly. I collected the stamp in time - getting that first stamp of the day always comes with such a calm feeling of satisfaction, although by now I know surprises can still come afterward.

Between Žrnovo and Pupnat there’s about an 11 km reasonably walkable road through the forest with smaller turnoffs along the way. It was beautiful, but also fairly monotonous, and I missed the sound of the sea. Luckily, someone had hidden little surprises along the roadside, colorful painted stones. So I entertained myself by counting the kilometers from stone to stone.

In Pupnat there are two stamps, but I couldn’t find one of the churches, and I was already getting frustrated by the distance still ahead of me, so I ended up leaving with only one stamp from there. Still, I noticed that next to the church there was a lovely little Michelin-recommended restaurant - that information might come up useful later.

From there the route continued toward Pupnatska Luka, and the small pebble beach in the bay is simply unmissable. There are parking spots along the road, and I can imagine how crowded this place must get during high season. Right now there was still plenty of space.

After that came another long trekking section, but at least the sea was closer, and mentally it also helped that I was already in the second half of the route. My plan was to collect the next stamp, cut across to the accommodation, rest a bit, charge my phone, and only afterward go for the final stamp in Čara .

Well… that didn’t work out, because there’s no shorter walking route toward Zavalatica.

So I kept going toward Čara. I couldn’t find the chapel there either, although after checking later at the apatment, I think I should have needed to make a detour toward Čavića Luka. Oh well, that’s it, never mind.

Meanwhile I kept hoping there would be another Studenac in Čara, like there was in Lumbarda and Žrnovo, because of the heat I drank a lot and I ran out of fluids pretty fast and another coke would have been amazing. Unfortunately there wasn’t one, so I finished the rest of my water instead.

Next to the church, however, there stood an admirable ancient tree with a massive, crunky trunk. Maybe it was a cypress… I honestly don’t know, but it was a very special sight.

From there I thought I’d easily make it into Zavalatica and finally I can call it a day soon. Well… because of the accommodation I definitely ended up trekking another extra 5–8 km, because it wasn’t where I thought it was at all - it was much farther away. The address wasn’t accurate, and only when the host sent the location it became clear where it actually was. Even a kind local resident working on his boat tried to help me figure it out based on the name.

Luckily, after another Studenac break I set off on the final stretch. As I got closer, I started having slightly crime-thriller-like thoughts because the accommodation was so remote and hidden away at the edge of nowhere. But when the lady appeared with her dog, I relaxed, and the place itself turned out to be completely decent and clean. So my fears disappeared.

Tomorrow morning I continue on, and I think I’ll already be at the hotel by early afternoon. It’ll be an easy day - unlike today.

I don’t know the exact distance for today because my watch also died, but it was definitely around 40 km. Oh, and my blister is thankfully doing fine - it barely hurts, so I managed the route without too much trouble.

But tomorrow will only be half as much. :-)

18/05/2026

Soooooo, the problems are appearing, as this is the fifth day of my tour, so it can’t really come as a surprise. Blisters on my toes, aching shoulders, missing stamps and a missing adapter.

The day started calmly, the route was comfortable, and I found the first stamp easily at a charming church in Kneže. Then came the first challenge - if we don’t call it a “problem.” I was walking along the sea for quite a long time, and the crystal-clear water was so tempting that I decided to cool my feet during a rest. Then I surprisingly realized - since I didn’t feel much pain - that I had blisters on the toes of both feet. So I drained them with my scissors and continued on my way.

I didn’t hurry, as the map showed only around 18 km for the day. I skipped the second stamp, as I found neither a sign of the stamp at the Church of St. Nicholas nor any title or description confirming I was at the right place, so I continued to the next stop.

The next stop was actually the first station of the Camino Korčula, Gospojina Church, opposite St. Mark’s Cathedral. After a delicious ice cream at aRoma, I collected the stamp there. I was wandering a little among the restaurants and shops of the old town, with not too many tourists around.

The next stamp was at St. Anthony’s Church, situated on a hill reached by a spectacular staircase called the Cypress Tree Avenue. Mediterranean cypress (or Italian cypress) is a symbol of strength and peace. Their dark green, pencil-shaped forms stand elegantly and characterize the island’s natural beauty, so I had to climb the stairs lined with cypress trees to collect it.

I missed the next stamp from a family bee producer, as they returned the stamp back to the tourist office in Korčula because they were too busy to attend to pilgrims. I didn’t go back for it, so unfortunately I skipped two stamps today.

But I have to mention something truly enchanting about Korčula and the route as well - the scents. Mediterranean pine, lavender, rosemary everywhere, fragrant bangita (which I explored some weeks ago in my son’s neighbourhood) almost bloomed here, and a yellow-flowered wild plant along the road, with the smell of the sea as a background. This family farm also has many herbs, each marked with small signs.

The last kilometres to Lumbarda lead through the countryside on a small road with stone walls on both sides. Lumbarda is beautiful with its bays and waterfront. I checked into my accommodation, showered, then searched for the last stamp at the Church of St. Roch under the sundial, and had dinner at a local restaurant (konoba), now enjoying a glass of wine :-).

Tomorrow will be interesting, as I have to walk around 40 kilometres, and I left one of my adapters in Račišće, so I cannot charge my power bank. Hopefully, it will be enough for tomorrow and the day after.

Yesss, my shoulders are feeling the weight of my bag too - not to mention the smell of my shoes, if we talk about scents :-).

18/05/2026

Blato welcomes its visitors in the beginning of summer with a wonderful honey-like fragrance and a beautiful view of linden trees blossoming along the main road.

In Croatian, June is called Lipanj, named after the linden tree (lipa) that blossoms during this time, filling the air with its distinctive, sweet scent.

If you love linden tea, now is the perfect time to gather the flowers - pick them just before they fully open for the best aroma and benefits. If you’re lucky enough to have a linden tree near your home, even better. If not, travel to Korčula in June and enjoy the magical scent.

Dry the blossoms in a shaded spot and enjoy soothing linden tea all year.

17/05/2026

There are times when you find a path that is not on the map, and other times you cannot find the path where the map says it should be.

On my way back to Prigradica from Blato - as I decided to give myself another chance to collect its stamp - I discovered an old route. It was not marked on the map, but I thought: what could happen? So I tried it.

The description says that this was the main route between Blato and Prigradica until 1912. The bay of Prigradica was not only a beach for local people, but also the export port for oil and wine.
So the “Stari put za Prigradicu” was used for centuries to transport olive oil and wine to the port of Prigradica, and even the sarcophagus of St. Vincenca was carried along this route in 1795. Like many old Dalmatian stone paths, it was probably formed gradually through centuries of local use, evolving from shepherd and trade paths.

When I imagine that goods were carried along this route day after day, I realize how much easier life is today.

In Prigradica, the morning was quiet and nobody was at the bay. I found the stamp easily at the pier and continued on my way. By 8:45, Prigradica’s stamp had been collected. Tick.

The route ahead was almost perfect, and the weather was ideal too: Mediterranean pines, fig trees, wildflowers, birds chirping, the sound of sea waves, and butterflies dancing everywhere.

But if life is easy-peasy, what does one do? Make it more challenging.

At a hairpin bend, I decided to follow my map and took a hidden little trail that seemed to shorten the wide asphalt road. As the digital map showed the same small route, it did not feel too risky. For a while it was quite walkable, but eventually I got trapped in the forest: bushes, prickly branches, and steep rock walls all around me. The map kept showing the main road frustratingly close, like a honey trap. I struggled for a while and somehow managed to get back onto the main road just after deciding there was no other option than turning back.

Eventually I returned to the comfortable - though sometimes rather steep - wide road. Afterwards, I became busy trying to catch butterflies with my phone camera. I must have looked like a butterfly hunter without a net. On top of that, I even spotted a small mongoose.

I had plenty of time, so I took many breaks and simply enjoyed the views and the sunshine. This route would also be perfect for cycling, although it is still quite challenging.

I arrived in Rašćiće, a charming little village. My apartment faces the sea, and unlike in Prigradica - where the restaurants are still closed; I had already checked that yesterday in the messy garage as a possible rescue option - here I could choose between two small restaurants.

I chose Konoba Vala (wave) and had grilled fish with potatoes and mangold. After the meal, I collected the stamp, asking the children who were playing around the church where the stamp box was located.

This day truly compensated me for yesterday’s events.

So far I have already collected 7 stamps. Tomorrow will be busy, as I have to collect 6 more, although the route itself won't be very long.

16/05/2026

I Don’t Want to Talk About It!

That was my first thought that came to mind when I sat down in front of my laptop. Because today I survived a relatively short, but very memorable hike… and to be honest, it was a complete disaster.

I hadn’t planned anything special for today — my only goal was to somehow avoid the rain. Well… that didn’t work out.

After last night’s massive rain, the forecast predicted rain throughout the morning, so I figured I would wait and start later, doing the roughly 20 km section to Prigradica after 3 p.m., since yesterday’s forecast promised the rain would calm down by then. Until then, I planned to sit in some café and watch the rain from a dry, safe place.

The rain did arrive in the morning, but around 9 it stopped, and the sun even came out. Feeling encouraged, I set off and managed to reach the Vela Spila cave completely dry. I quickly collected the stamp with the help of a kind man, looked around for a bit, and honestly, I was amazed by a few things. For example, about 20,000 years ago, during the last Ice Age, so much water was trapped in the ice sheets that sea levels were significantly lower, and today’s islands were all part of one continuous land. Then, as the climate warmed, the sea flooded in and formed today’s relatively shallow Adriatic Sea.

After that, I continued on in the warm, humid weather, hoping I would somehow stay dry. But in the race against the rain, the rain eventually won.

Luckily, I managed to put on the poncho I had bought at Decathlon at the very last minute — because the forecast had been threatening rain for the weekend after all. So there I was, marching through pouring rain until I finally reached a covered parking spot. I rested there for a while, stared at my phone, and kept asking ChatGPT what I should expect.

Meanwhile, something really funny also happened. On the way here, I hadn’t closed my shampoo bottle properly in my suitcase, so naturally it leaked onto some clothes and socks. I didn’t actually wash the socks - I just dried them because I was worried they wouldn’t dry in time otherwise. And of course, this morning I picked that pair.

Well, in the pouring rain and under the constant pressure of walking, they started foaming with every single step. Soap bubbles slowly seeped out through my completely soaked shoes. Basically, the amount of foam coming out of my shoes became a surprisingly accurate indicator of how hard it was raining.

After the AI didn’t exactly give me much hope that the rain would stop before 5 p.m. - in fact, it even predicted heavier rain around 3 o’clock - I eventually started walking again once things calmed down a little.

Along the way, I was cursing myself for the kinds of ridiculous ideas I still manage to come up with at my age. During my second break - which I took inside someone’s covered, messy garage - I was already pretty exhausted, watching both the rain and the running race back home, because of course they somehow managed to avoid the worst of the weather.

I also kept calculating that if I skipped the second stamp in Prigradica, I only had about 5 km left - roughly an hour over the mountain to a comfortable place to stay.

I was also swearing at Prigradica itself, because I couldn’t find accommodation there for the night, so I had to book a place in Blato instead, which added an extra 4–5 km to the route.

Anyway. Reluctantly giving up on the second stamp, I started climbing toward Blato. Naturally, it rained the entire way, although at least a little more gently by then.

And the moment I arrived in Blato… the rain stopped.

And now here I am, sitting in a comfortable room, freshly showered, relaxing, and really hoping that from tomorrow onward the weather will finally stay dry, just like the forecast promises.

What I still don’t know is whether I can forgive Prigradica — and whether I’ll go back tomorrow for that stamp after all.

I’ll have to sleep on that.

15/05/2026

Today I didn’t want to start early, as I had planned to walk only around 10 km before the rain, so I started at 7:30. I thought it would be a comfortable day. But as soon as I started walking, I kept thinking about the rain and tomorrow’s distance, and I got the idea that if I reached Vela Luka in time, I could still complete the loop around Vela Luka and collect the next two stamps today as well.

I soon felt the consequences of my adventurous thoughts when I missed a turn just half an hour after starting. I went back, but I could hardly find the path again - it was such a tiny trail leading up toward Mount Hum. At the top, I found a small chapel. Why and how did people build a chapel on top of a mountain? I think you can feel closer to God when you climb all the way up to a place like this.

At the top of Mount Hum lie the ruins of an old Austro-Hungarian fortress called Forteca. The fortress was built at the end of the 19th century after the 1866 Battle of Vis demonstrated how important this location was for controlling the maritime routes in the area. From here, you can overlook the Korčula, Lastovo, and Vis channels, and on clear days even see the Italian coast. Nowadays the ruins are full of graffiti, but the view over Vela Luka is stunning.

Vela Luka is a charming seaside town on the western side of Korčula, known for its beautiful bay, relaxed Mediterranean vibe, and strong connection to the sea.

I especially liked Vela Luka because of the Luka Mozaika. It was so interesting to see how these little pieces of art were created together by artists, local inhabitants, and tourists. The iconic part of the Luka Mozaika is the Tree of Life before the school, covered with words added by people from different generations. These are:
otac — father
sunce — sun
poštovanje — respect
sloboda — freedom
smijeh — laughter
istina — truth
umjetnost — art
dah — breath
dijete — child
riječ — word
muzika — music
priroda — nature
tajna — secret
voda — water

majka — mother
zrak — air
vjera — faith
moral — morality
pjesma — song
znanje — knowledge
mudrost — wisdom
misao — thought
oprost — forgiveness
knjiga — book
sreća — happiness
prijateljstvo — friendship
sreća — luck
zemlja — earth
trpeza — table
duša — soul
meja — border
sidro — anchor

What word would you add? I would add “love,” but soon my feeling of something missing was fulfilled by a mosaic called the “kissing spot” (mjesto za ljubljenje).

In Vela Luka, the stamp from the Church of St. Joseph was available in a café. After settling into my accommodation, I realized that nature had really delayed the rain until the evening, so I decided to collect the other two stamps as well. That turned out to be a very good idea, because the route was not too challenging and the views along the sea were spectacular. I could admire the crystal-clear water again and again. People always say how clear the sea around Korčula is, but I was still surprised once more.

In the end, I collected only the stamp from the Church of St. John and left the last stamp at Vela Spila for tomorrow, as I was afraid the rain would finally arrive, so I hurried back to my accommodation. On the way, I managed to do some shopping for dinner and breakfast as well.

It’s seven now and it still hasn’t started raining. Never mind, it was still a useful and beautiful day. The rain will come tomorrow.

Regards,
Nori

14/05/2026

Today I arrived in Blato from a different direction than usual, as I normally enter it through the row of linden trees. I started at 7, and after a short break in Gršćica, I faced the mountain and entered Blato from the side of mountain.

There were two stamps in Blato: one next to the Parish Church and another inside the Sanctuary. They were not easy to find, so I had to ask for help. Fortunately, an elderly nun had just arrived at the Sanctuary - a beautiful building - and she helped me find the stamp. Inside, I felt a calm and peaceful atmosphere, while at the same time the voices of children playing could be heard in the background. That made me curious about what events and activities are organized at the Sanctuary. It is a Catholic pilgrimage and prayer site, with a small museum dedicated to Marija Petković, a Croatian nun born in Blato.

Leaving Blato, I was surrounded by butterflies and busy taking pictures of them, but my favourite tiny blue ones were so quick that they did not appear in any of the photos. Nevertheless, this part of the tour was rather comfortable. After a while, however, I lost the way because the route is not marked at every turn. Without my digital navigation, which usually serves me quite well, I would probably have lost my way many more times. But at one crossroads, the digital map and the road sign contradicted each other, and, as a good digital citizen, I chose to follow the digital map. After a while, I found myself on a path leading nowhere, followed by a rocky trail climbing upwards at an almost 45 degree angle.

On top of that, I was so happy to return to the correct path that I missed the direction at first and walked the wrong way for a while. So, after struggling through this section of the route, it was a relief to continue along the macadam and bush-lined road. This eventually led to the beach, and I walked along the seafront for a while, enjoying the smell of the sea and pine trees.

Finding my accommodation was a little adventurous, as it is not marked on Google Maps and has a very simple address. But to my surprise, the hostess of my apartment in Tri Porte - which means “three ports” or “three bays,” derived from the shape of the peninsula - was extremely kind and invited me for dinner. She said that it is a tradition that whoever arrives with God is welcomed with a meal. She was so friendly that I was invited to sit at their family table, and I felt truly welcomed.

So instead of eating the sandwich I had left from the tour, I enjoyed a traditional Dalmatian dinner with tuna carpaccio, fish soup with rice, and fish with corn purée. They were very friendly, and we chatted about sports, politics, and, of course, Oliver Dragojević, in a mixed language of friendship.

Tired but still full of energy, I will continue my tour to Vela Luka tomorrow.

Hugs, Nori