Here we go... So we spent two nights in the old town of Split, renting out a bed in the hostel owned by an old hippy lady called Meri - the room smelled like petuli and she had dolphins and rainbows painted all over the walls. Split is absolutely fabeautiful, nothing more I can say about it. Then we took a fairy to this island Hvar. The town of Hvar is built on the hill, keeping all of its locals (and turists for that matter) in good shape. Like many old towns in Croatia, Hvar has a ton of long, narrow streets going every which way, small fairy-tale looking balconies that offer vibrant hanging flowers, some walls and fortresses to be seen in the distance. We stayed at the hostel again, this time surrounded by the world-travelling Australians and English folks. Friendships were made and many stories exchanged while hanging out on the main square in the evenings. Our last night there happened to be the night of the full moon, meaning that taxi boats kept running from Hvar to an even smaller island where the "pun mesec" party took place. It was here that we spontaneously decided to return to the next evening and spend another night camping out with our Australian friend. This concluded our wonderful trip to Croatia, 2009.
Split, Split, Split.
Who needs the cushions?
David working hard on breaking the "bademi."
Summer night shows, downtown Split.
The old observatory.
Hvar. At night.
The many stairs we had to climb on the way to the hostel.
Oh. Jadransko more. The Adriatic Sea.
The church on the main square. Hvar.
Pun mesec.
Hanging out at the party.
Waiting for the storm to pass through so we can catch a taxi boat to our next destination.
Exploring the deserted island.
Camping. Our home for the night.
The sunset on Stipansko Ostrvo.
At the train station. Leaving Croatia.
all so beautiful! wish i could see it
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