Travelling by bus has to be my least favourite forms of travel. Travelling by bus with my cousin is worse. On our third day together, she lost her lonely planet and camera on a bus. This time, I lost her. After we left Hvar at mid-morning, we arrived in Jelsa, ready for a connection to Securaj, all the way across the island. I had been feeling blessed today, because the travel fairy I have kicked in once again - we found out only that day that the bus only runs twice a week, once on Friday and once on Monday - and it turned out to be a Friday! So we're in Jelsa and Vicki says she needs to get some water. I say "Okay", and start looking for our connecting bus while Vicki goes off to look for water. Having found the connecting bus, I put my bag in and wait for Vicki. Minutes tick by, and no Vicki appears, but the bus driver does. I ask him to wait for a second while I run and find my cousin, and he rolls his eyes and nods. Off I go, looking in every store around town - no Vicki. Despondent, I returned to the bus. The driver raises his eyebrows, and I take my bag out of the bus. "When's the next bus?" I asked him. A real joker, the bus driver checks his watch, snorts, and looks up at me with a peircing stare... "Next bus Monday" he says. Now I'm really worried. I beg him to wait for another few minutes, while I take another run around town. This time, I find Vicki in the checkout queue at one of the stores. I shout "the bus is leaving NOW!" and run out of the store, just as the bus driver starts up the engine. We jumped on just in time - I was so happy we weren't stranded in Jelsa until Monday!
After arriving at Securaj, we took a scenic ferry across to Drevnik on the mainland. After a delay, the bus came to take us to Debrovnik at around 6pm. Arriving at 10pm, we were fed up with travel. It was well past dusk, and we quickly realised that we had only copied down half of the directions to the hostel. Knocking on a likely candidate, we came upon a 70+ year old couple in their bedclothes, who assured us that they did not rent out rooms. The other possible candidate street was on Radnick street. But no-one knew where Radnick Street was, or if it even existed. Luckily, the old lady was poor of hearing, and thought I said Rad-nitch-ka. She gave us directions there, and it turned out to be the right place. We fell into bed, so glad to have a place to sleep for the night.
The next morning, we explored Debrovnik's old town suburb, Pile. Pile has to be the richest place ever seen, with white marble flagstones and beautiful buildings wrought from the same rock. We explored the town for a few hours until we threw it in for an early night.
After arriving at Securaj, we took a scenic ferry across to Drevnik on the mainland. After a delay, the bus came to take us to Debrovnik at around 6pm. Arriving at 10pm, we were fed up with travel. It was well past dusk, and we quickly realised that we had only copied down half of the directions to the hostel. Knocking on a likely candidate, we came upon a 70+ year old couple in their bedclothes, who assured us that they did not rent out rooms. The other possible candidate street was on Radnick street. But no-one knew where Radnick Street was, or if it even existed. Luckily, the old lady was poor of hearing, and thought I said Rad-nitch-ka. She gave us directions there, and it turned out to be the right place. We fell into bed, so glad to have a place to sleep for the night.
The next morning, we explored Debrovnik's old town suburb, Pile. Pile has to be the richest place ever seen, with white marble flagstones and beautiful buildings wrought from the same rock. We explored the town for a few hours until we threw it in for an early night.
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