Unfortunately, Vicki lost her guide book when we left the apartment in Zadar. Then, in her optimistic way, she said "At least it wasnt my camera". Only seconds later, her next words were "Hey, where is my camera?". She'd left it on the bus. To relieve her depressed emotions, she went out for some retail therapy, and bought a lovely blue and white striped sailor shirt. Transeversely, plans were made to celebrate the first losses of the trip (Vicki is reknowned for them), and Vicki started with a bottle of local Vodka, while I had a delicious lemon radler beer I'd discovered in Zadar. Our hostel in Split is amazing. The friendly owner showed us up to the hostel, where we met Americans and Irish and too many Australians. We got on so well with the Irish that the night started off with lots of dancing in the hotel room, and moved to the only club open on a Monday night, where we only realised there were dancers in lingerie after about three hours. I taught Kate, one of the Irish girls, to dip, and we all danced until the floor was burning. To cool off, we went for a dip in the water, before returning to the dance floor soaking wet for some more, slightly more slippery dancing. After another dip and more dancing, we headed back to sleep. The next night Vicki and I had a quiet one while the Irish went out again. A new Irish girl called Anna joined the Irish conglomerate, and was just as fun as the other two. We all made plans to meet in Hvar the next morning. Unfortunately, one of the Irish girls woke up with a strange allergic reaction that required medical help (apparently it was the Vodka, which tasted horrible, so it might have been true), and couldn't come to Hvar.
Little did we know that they would be on the ferry over the next day. Them being Irish and us being Australian, the night couldnt help turning rowdy, where we danced and drank in our apartment until late in the night. When one of the Irish girls threw up and Vicki passed out, our apartment host threw us out, so we went out on the town. The clubs were a bit dissapointing, however, and after picking up Vicki an hour later, we took a free boat ride to a club called Carpe Diem on a little island near Hvar. It turned out to be quite as bad as the mainland clubs though, so we left before even going in. The Irish girls stayed to party, and came back to the apartment at about 6am. All the Irish went back to theirs to sleep, and Vicki and I continued sleeping.
Hvar itself is amazing. Once you've seen the ocean at Hvar, crystals dont seem so clear anymore. The days are blissful, with weather hot enought that taking dips in the clearer-than-crystal water is compulsory, while at night the lights at the top of the masts on the moored yachts create their own constellations, swaying drunkenly in the night sky. Lavender scents flow to you from the markets in the town centre at all times of day, and theres little else to do but take walks along the beach and go for swims. You can find a beautiful spot on the beach at night, perfect for a midnight dip, and watch the city lights as you dry off.
The buildings in Hvar are an old-age Tuscan style that put the buildings in Italy to shame, with stained shutters and sone walls, while the pavements are made from the same stone. The buildings are all similar, with orange ceramic roofing tiles. While one building looks good, seeing the whole city by day from afar, combined with the crystal clear water, makes a composition that is not to be missed. If you only go to one place in Croatia, make it Hvar!
Little did we know that they would be on the ferry over the next day. Them being Irish and us being Australian, the night couldnt help turning rowdy, where we danced and drank in our apartment until late in the night. When one of the Irish girls threw up and Vicki passed out, our apartment host threw us out, so we went out on the town. The clubs were a bit dissapointing, however, and after picking up Vicki an hour later, we took a free boat ride to a club called Carpe Diem on a little island near Hvar. It turned out to be quite as bad as the mainland clubs though, so we left before even going in. The Irish girls stayed to party, and came back to the apartment at about 6am. All the Irish went back to theirs to sleep, and Vicki and I continued sleeping.
Hvar itself is amazing. Once you've seen the ocean at Hvar, crystals dont seem so clear anymore. The days are blissful, with weather hot enought that taking dips in the clearer-than-crystal water is compulsory, while at night the lights at the top of the masts on the moored yachts create their own constellations, swaying drunkenly in the night sky. Lavender scents flow to you from the markets in the town centre at all times of day, and theres little else to do but take walks along the beach and go for swims. You can find a beautiful spot on the beach at night, perfect for a midnight dip, and watch the city lights as you dry off.
The buildings in Hvar are an old-age Tuscan style that put the buildings in Italy to shame, with stained shutters and sone walls, while the pavements are made from the same stone. The buildings are all similar, with orange ceramic roofing tiles. While one building looks good, seeing the whole city by day from afar, combined with the crystal clear water, makes a composition that is not to be missed. If you only go to one place in Croatia, make it Hvar!
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