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... tenders bringing tourists in from the cruise ship and the whole place was getting ready to celebrate the same festival as those in Split.
After a while we boarded the coach and headed off across the island to a spot Gasper was taking us for lunch. We passed lots of little farms with vines, potatoes and other veggies growing in terraced plots among millions of rocks that had been stacked up by the farmers for centuries. ...
We arrived at Havar after a 30 min car ferry again. I like car ferries.
Our house is so big, and our path way is like a mansion to get to our front door.
We walked down to town and to the port. We found a playground on the way.
We thought it was a little one. But it was a long playground.
We went to a restaurant on the water and sat on the edge of the jetty.
... the sun had appeared by this time so it was getting warm. Going inside the depths of the Palace provided some relief (although it was still muggy).
The palace was built by the Roman Emperor Diocletian at the beginning of the fourth century, as residence for his retirement. The structure was massive and it now occupies the centre of the city of Split. The Emperor allocated half the palace for himself, and the other half for his military garrison. As ...
A lot of sailing today as had to travel 26 nautical miles from Vinisce to the island of Hvar via Bol on the island of Brac. We started the day with a swim and stand up paddle board as it was very glassy. On our way we pulled into a small bay called Smrka on the island of Brac with turquoise coloured water for lunch on board and some more swimming and paddle boarding. At Bol the wind was up and there were lots of kite surfers ...
... departure dock before we disembarked, but I was in the back of the boat and couldn’t really hear over the engine noise. So now I’m hauling ass along the harbor, hoping against hope the thing doesn’t leave without me. I felt like I was back in the train station in Spain, lungs bursting, adrenaline pumping, sweating, running….then finally falling into the boat gasping like a dying fish with 30 whole seconds to spare before we took off. Whoo ...