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Split!
... Top of my list was Tchaikovsky hostel, which was just behind the palace from the bus station. I arrived to an empty room...and I mean totally empty...not even the owner! But he had left a note on the door, so I gave him a call. And I've very glad I did. The hostel is run by a young guy name Filip, and we got along great. In fact since the hostel was empty, and we were both a bit bored, we went to a nearby cinema to chew up a bit of time. ...
Entry to Dalmatia
... entire old city lies within these walls and is a photographers' paradise. Each turn takes you to the most serene little alleys, houses, piazzas. Its a bit strange because it almost feels like you are in a fake little world - like Disney World or Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood. But this was how Trogir was and amazingly how a number of people continue to live. After exploring Trogir for a while, we headed back to Split and found the only vegetarian restaurant in ...
Sun, sea and Split
... skins: a badger played poker with two hares, a boar snarled at passers-by, a black bear held a small deer under its huge paw. These convoluted scenarios were like a Victorian nobleman’s hunting spoils; absurd parodies of the wild, and whimsical portrayals of human life. (Neither of us have attempted to play poker with small animals, however – not even when they are sporting waistcoats and smoking cigars.)
After we pulled away from the services, the ...
One Last Day to be Tourists at the Palace
... village. Back to hotel to meet group and leave for bus at 10:00. Had Johnny Cash for our driver again. When we got to the ferry terminal at Stari Grad, we had a little time to shop at the grocery store. Lada showed us some of the items she had bought for the picnic ( I bought some of the pepper/eggplant spread to bring home) and we got some meat and cheese and bread to make sandwiches on the ferry ride. I asked Lada which kind of pepperoni we had ...
Pick the Aussie
Waiting at the bus station today for my connection to Dubrovnik, a guy races up to me, bright eyed and excited asking if I'm an Australian. I responded in the affirmative to this unusual Russian man, but wanted to know how he knew. Apparently I looked Australian. This got me to thinking what it is that marks us out to other travelers when on our journeys. How can you spot certain races of human beings out of ...

