Bon Repos Hotel & Apartments Korcula

... big Jadrolinija ferry was running to Dubrovnik tomorrow, and suggested that was a much nicer way to get to Dubrovnik than the bus. We decided to buy ferry tickets and return the bus tickets we purchased earlier – but the ferry ticket office wasn’t going to open for a few more hours.

We decided to hop on a local bus and go to the nearby town of Lumbarda to check out the vineyards and beaches. By now the weather had ...

... favors. They snuck me into the hospital, cleaned me up and didn't even look at any of my documentation. It was doggy for sure. The nurse was not a happy lady and was not impressed with me. I could tell when she was jabbing gause into my leg and making me winse like a little girl. She could care less. I headed back home and layed in pain for the rest of the evening. Not one of my finest moments but I knew I was going to pay for it, for the rest of my stay in Croatia ...

... advise you never to go. The truth is, it was so incredible that we almost don't want to share it with anyone so it's stays that way forever. With it's medieval castle perched on a cliff, overlooking a tiny while chapel on an island in the middle of a sparkling blue lake, we could hardly believe Bled was real. On our first day there, we tackled the trek through the forest and up the mountain to the castle with an Aussie ...

At breakfast this morning, I overhear a guy in the kitchen, Josh, saying he is catching the 8:10am bus to the ferry station- the same as me! It turns out he's getting the same ferry as me as well, to Mljet island, a third of which is a National Park. The owner of the hostel offers to run us down to the ferry station to save us getting the bus, and while we're queuing to buy the ticket (it's very popular as a day trip with the Italians), we meet a fellow traveller, an ...

... the few dazs we had, I fell in love with it completelz. Regardless of how manz pictures I had seen, and explanations I had heard, I hadn't understood how the canal thing worked, but it's reallz wonderful. There is the addition of water into everz journez and around everz corner. But there is also the astonishing lack of cars, buses and even biczcles. There is a special kind of calm that comes from the onlz traffic being on foot or on ...

... general lameness. To me, separate checks is about the equivalent of manslaughter. This town also had the most bullet-ridden house we had seen yet. The rain was still threatening and we went up to wait for the return bus that we had been quoted three different times for. After an hour wait we decided to walk back but the thought that we would have to walk along a narrow road that was shared by massive tourist busses, cars, and trucks filled us ...

... meal ... I need more of this! I should post a personal ad on the internet "Single Chinese man seeking women to cook him meals while he travels through Europe." We ate on the terrace and admired the full moon. I didn't say much ... I don't know about the girls, but I just wanted to savour the moment because I didn't want it to end. I was actually very sad at the thought of leaving the girls. As a side note, a bird **** on Aude. I had to laugh ... but of all people I ...

... with a water ball as the currents of the ocean into lakes pulled us about. The evenings were of slow food and slow walks, by the old Roman palace of the village. Precious moments that we will always cherish... Korcula was our next island hop, the birthplace of Marco Polo, and a travellers haunt of sorts, for its laid back atmosphere, and crystal clear waters... We watched a local sword dance performance, Moroska, depicting the triumph of Christians over Muslims during times of ...

... the ferry walked into town I began to wonder what was so regrettable. A slender man in his later sixties walking his bike by us said, "you are tourists looking for a place to stay? I was too, thirty years ago. Come, I'll show you a cheap place that me friends own. She is an old lady and has rooms to rent. Come." We walked with him down the street and entered a dark room that was used to process olives. "Come, it is just through here. Look here is the light," he said ...

... Boyca and her son, 'George Bush'. Boyca's home was hidden in the suburbs, down a laneway of stairs and pink camelia bushes. Our balcony overlooked her neighbours vegetable patch, but perhaps even more exciting, the beach was only a block away from our door. Croatia boasts a rocky coastline and being the sand-spoilt Aussie that I am, it took a little getting used to. Luckily I had my luminous green floatie thingie to save me from the vicious Adriatic crabs that were eager to bite my ...