Leo, Emma and I went out to dinner to try some traditional Croatian food. We planned to head straight back after to meet the Australian boys and some other English people we met to have drinks but on the way back we stopped in the main square in the centre of the town to watch some live music. There were these little boys running up and down the main square having the time of their lives. One little boy in particular became our favourite so we started high-fiving him every time he ran down our end. He kept yelling: "Varoooooos!" every time he ran which his mum told us later means, 'For Russia' although he was not actually Russian and she had no idea where he got it from. Because this little boy was getting high-fives it seemed that all the others wanted to as well so we had about five different children running up to us high-fiving before running off again. I think we ended up staying for about an hour, and then realised we should probably get back to the others who were waiting for us. We met back up with everyone and had a few drinks before heading out. We stopped again in the main square where we watched some amazing fire twirlers and then Sam crashed the ballroom dancing number with his own, solo ninja dance, which won the whole crowd over. We went to the Fiesta Siesta hostel for drinks at the bar and met a lot of people and then we all went down to the beachside where a bunch of parties were going on. It was so much fun! Great group of people.
The next day we were feeling a bit dusty but decided we were going to get a ferry to Brac Island. We were staying at the Funky Donkey hostel and two of the guys that worked there met us at the dock and picked us up. After we dropped off our stuff we just had a lazy day on the beach, swimming and sunning and then got some amazing chicken burgers that were recommended to us by the water down in the bar area of the island. Had a really lazy night just hanging out in the common room of the hostel, and I think I went to bed around nine I was so tired! The next day we wanted to go and check out the famous Bol Beach on the other side of the island. Andy from the hostel took Emma, Leo and myself first to a five metre jump rock where we spent about an hour and then drove us to the beach. The famous part of the beach is called the 'Golden Horn' and that's exactly what it looks like! The water was amazing but I still much prefer sand to rocks and the beach was unbelievably packed. I forget how lucky we are to have such beautiful beaches back home, it kind of spoils everywhere else a bit, whereas Leo who was from Germany was absolutely blown away. Still really enjoyed it though. Leo decided he wanted to stay another night and go windsurfing the next day, so Emma and I said goodbye and headed for the ferry to catch the five o'clock to Hvar.
On the ferry on the way over we met Lily, Rose and James, three friends travelling together from London. They were lots of fun and we got on really well so when we arrived in Hvar we agreed we'd try and find each other later as they had already booked an apartment and we were yet to find somewhere to stay. When you arrive anywhere in Croatia there are people everywhere holding up signs for rooms in apartments. We found a sweet little old lady offering quite a good price so we went off with her. She was tiny, and seemed really fragile, but proved us wrong firstly by chasing off a woman on a bike who asked us if we needed accommodation and secondly when she put us to shame climbing over two hundred steps to the apartment with ease, Emma and I battling behind her, collapsing when we got to the top. I did maintain we had our packs with us which is why it was so hard, but it definitely didn't get any easier over the two days we were staying there. The apartment was run by a family and we had our own room and an amazing balcony with a view of the whole harbour. After three weeks of hostels we were stoked!
We had no plans so just decided to head out and have a look around. Emma's number one plan was to find a rich European and get invited onto a boat. Down on the harbour were some of the most extravagant, luxurious, humongous boats I have ever seen! I think Emma nearly had a heart attack. After we looked around we chose a really nice Italian restaurant in the main square. Now when Australian girls joke around and laugh with friends it does NOT mean that they are keen and are out for a bit of action, however Croatians do not see this behaviour as friendly banter. When Emma asked the waiter if he had a boat he definitely took it the wrong way. I was told I wasn't allowed to come, only Emma, and for the rest of the night he kept coming over asking how Emma's night was going and how her meal was. I just sat back and enjoyed how creeped out she continued to get the more times he came over. A man sat down next to our table and was dining alone and so we eventually got into a conversation with him. He was French and had been on a holiday with his boyfriend and his boyfriend's twin but they had had a massive falling out because he said it felt like he was dating both of them instead of just one of them so he was now holidaying alone. He thought Emma's situation with the waiter was hilarious, and proceeded to explain to us this misconception of Australian girls and how they appear to be easy due to our friendly and chatty nature. Emma then decided she would have to me much more selective and tactful in finding someone with a boat. Afterwards we had a few drinks and enjoyed watching the old seedy, rich European men parade their twenty something show pony trophy girlfriends, chatted with some locals but then decided to call it a night. We battled up the stairs of doom and collapsed happily into our beds in our own quiet room!
Spent the next day relaxing, swimming and sunbathing, of course, and then made our way over to one of the seaside bars for lunch. These American guys kind of butted right into our conversation obviously trying to chat us up which it seemed they were doing to anything in a bikini, but we were nice and spoke to them for a bit. They were just embarrassing, arrogant Americans who seem to think slagging off Australia was the best way to chat us up. Hmmm.... Luckily we spotted Lily, Rose and James, our English friends from the ferry so went over and set up our towels and everything with them. Had a nice afternoon lying around and swimming then planned to head back to our apartments and meet around eleven at one of the bars to celebrate Lily's birthday.
Back at our apartment some really nice Aussie and Kiwi girls and guys were staying in the other rooms so we had dinner and drinks with them and took them with us to meet up with Lily, Rose and James. Hit a number of the different bars along the harbour and also ran into Rob and Sam who I knew from home that we met in Split. The real party however, came after two am, when all the bars on the harbour close and everyone hops on a little ferry and gets taken across the water to Carpa Diem Island where there is a massive club in the forest. It was just the coolest thing, it was like being in a sort of beachside jungle with the canopies lit up with fairy lights and everything else lit up with all different colours, there was glitter and smoke in the air, a massive swimming pool which everyone could get in next to the DJ booth and all the bars were made out of wood. There was also tiki poles everywhere lit up with fire. The music was really good too, we had so much fun dancing away until around six thirty in the morning. All the Sail Croatia people were there too so it was packed!
Not much happened the next day other than having to make our one forty five ferry back to Split. We went back to the same hostel and just got some food and watched TV. We met two Australian guys who it turned out were on my flight back to England the next day and they were planning on heading out so asked if I could get them up the next morning so they'd make it to the airport. Because there was going to be three of us we organised with the girl working at the hostel to get a taxi to the airport which would be fifty kuna each. However when it came to the next morning I definitely wished I'd just organised to get to the airport by myself. One of the boys, Beau wasn't even in his bed, and Nathan took me about four attempts to wake up. We did find Beau who had fallen asleep in the common room, Emma and I tried to get him up but all he did was sit up, spit on the floor and then collapse back on the couch again. I was seriously about to leave by myself when Nathan managed to get Beau up and out the door. They were both definitely still drunk, I actually felt embarrassed to be associated with them as they were being so revolting and rude in the back of the cab and I could tell that the cab driver just thought they were arrogant, obnoxious, bogan Australians, which they were. It was alright to have someone to talk to whilst waiting for the plane but as soon as we got to Gatwick I parted ways...see ya MATE. And of course thanks Croatia it was fun!
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