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To get to Hvar from Dubrovnik was quite an ordeal. We woke up very early in Dubrovnik,
ran around the city walls, then rushed over to the bus station by 10:45am to
catch the 11am bus to Split, which would arrive just in time to catch the 3pm
(last of the day) catamaran to Hvar Island. Unfortunately, like the hotel
situation in Dubrovnik,
the 11am bus was completely full.
We decided to walk down the road to the nearest car rental place and
wing it from there. We zoomed up
the gorgeous Croatian coast, which was a lot like the Pacific Coast Highway in California. It was already faster than a bus would
have been because we didn’t have to wait at the border crossings for
security to pull off suspicious characters (possibly part of the Russian
mafia). We arrived in Split with not a moment
to spare, parked the car, rushed to the harbor and boarded the 3pm catamaran,
which left 5 minutes later.
We fended off old ladies trying to get us to rent their
apartments, but returned to the same area 30 minutes later and accepted an
offer from an old woman who was unsuccessful in getting someone to rent her
place. We rushed her up a steep
hillside, threw our stuff down and rushed back out to try to catch the last
bus to Starigrad, which was the nicer part of Hvar
Island. We got to the bus right as it was
departing and managed to climb aboard.
As a related side note- We just barely caught our flight to Croatia from London by 5 minutes before takeoff. One of the stewardesses yelled at
us. I yelled back,
“Croatian Airlines has such friendly service!”
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Gerry
drives us up the Croatian coast.
We
had a beautiful view of Hvar from our room.
Over
in Starigrad, we take a dip in the sea.
Gerry
and I swim amongst the fishies.
My
empty gas can/floaty device.
After
all that running around, Gerry was exhausted and died.
Loungin’
in the last hours of sunlight.
Sunset
over Starigrad.
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