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Travel Blogs from Podgora
... it might rain soon. Tomorrow we leave at 6am for Hvar, another island nearby. Hvar is supposed to be a bit more cosmopolitan so hopefully even if these clouds stick around there will still be things to do. I'm trying to convince Mike we should rent a scooter to check out the island but he is hesitant and the whole place is hills and the scooters are only 50cc...apparently that means they have the engine of ...
... gone and I dissolve in to tears. Adam returns and we both get on the bus with
me red, blotchy and wet faced. Of course the bus is packed and people are in
our seat, so we sit in others, then when their occupants come we need to move, the
bus shuffle. We end up sitting behind a guy suffering with the flu and has the
biggest flemmist sniff which he likes to regurgitate. I hate buses!
After 3 ...
... He does come back to Korcula and somehow finds time to paint.
Next morning we were treated to a breakfast of pancakes and coffee/tea made by Mate's mum. Mate also gave us some of his mother's homemade lemon liquor. Great way to start the day!
We then went sightseeing following the Rick Steve's chapter on this little town, stopping for coffee, and picking up some lunch, and listing to a local duo playing guitar and piano accordion (called Duo Sol) singing folksongs in ...
... beside us.
"Oh, that - it's just outside the door."
"C'mere, I wanna - I wanna try the darn thing." He ambles over to the door and hovers above my backpack. "What's this?" He reaches for my hitchbag and unfolds it. "Oh, come on, are you for real? Johannes, where did you get this guy?"
"Crratia." Johannes replies, pasta-in-mouth.
I stand and join him near the door. "Yeah, he picked me up right before mass."
... and tried to shag anything that moved. I think y now we knew most things about the people on the boat which was pretty cool. So we stayed there until close, there seemed to be a lot of barracudas, and kind of meandered back to the boat. This was the night when we got yelled at by the captain. So we took our ciders off the boat and shot the ****, quite amusing watching the people who had hooked up come back. The ...