Hotel Bon Repos Korcula Town

... After an hour of sailing and sitting in the sun, sinking a few cold ales things relaxed as we stopped for a swim. By the night we had all downed a 'few' more cold ones and were all getting on as though we alll knew each other really well. The next morning we all woke with severe hangovers, but these were somewhat forgotten due to the amazing surroundings, cooked breakfast and great weather as we sailed down the coast. Before lunch we ...

I think we both had a good feeling when we arrived in Korcula. It was evening but it wasn't cold or raining. And after the hoards of locals bombarded us at the ferry dock, we chose the old Croatian lady who barely spoke English. We wanted to do something completely different this time. So we followed her the "1 minute" walk to her apartment. She showed us our room, on the top floor, and the patio where the make-shift kitchen is. The apartment is literally ...

... woman answered the door, I was expecting somebody a little younger than Diocletian. This is just outside the walls of the palace, in the original ghetto. It is a living congregation, 500 zrs old. There are about 100 members, no rabbi, he comes every few months from zagreb. She says several members gather for community meals, which reminded me of a story Bill likes describing why Jews go to synogogue, it's for community. The old ...

Went swimming at Lumbarda beach in the morning, pebbly beach, but the water was crystal clear and refreshing and there were lots of little grey fish in the water that certainly weren't shy.<br> <br><br>After boarding our boat for lunch, we docked a couple of hours later at Korcula Town on the island of Korcula, it's a tiny town within a walled city and ironically shaped ...

... When we got to Ston, all i could do was just stare at the walls that were built around the town. I mean, they were normal Stari Grad walls, but they actually built them OVER the mountain. My first thought was: There is no bloody way i am doing THAT wall tour/walk thing. Second thought: wow.. i would have hated to be one of the ones building the walls. :S Petrov was convinced that if he could only get to the ...

... is filled with shops and markets. Like all Croatian towns, the streets are made of marble. As soon as they get wet, one can very easily slip and fall. In fact, the streets are so smooth that even if they are dry, people like me can still slip and fall. The streets are not like you would imagine either. They are more like foot paths. There are not really any cars on the islands. <br><br>

Funny this morning at breakfast ... heard a girl talk about the Lonely Planet guides saying that they sucked. She should try the Let's Go guides! Then she'll know what ****** guides are all about! I am really excited this morning ... I am supposed to meet Emilie and Aude at the Pile Gate! I guess they had some difficulties at their hostel and broke the key in their door. Apparently they were quite worried that they would be late and that I would not wait around for them ...

... good times and relaxation, adventure and growth, Stacy and I have also been dealing with intermittent feelings of powerlessness, frustration, sadness, and anger at the senseless violence, and the political inertia and apathy that seems to have gotten hold of so many governments, including our own. And I am left wondering when we will we ever learn that violence and hatred only breed the same, and that the means will always determine the ends. I am reminded of a quote by William ...

... conditioning, clean bathrooms with hot water. A kitchen to make our OWN meals and a free taxi service to and from the old town, the beach, supermarket, bus station etc etc etc.... We stepped off the catamaran and we were greeted by the biggest man I have ever seen. Think Andre the Giant. Nicola was sent to pick us up and bring us to the apartments we would stay in for the next two nights. His wrists were as thick as my upper thigh and he just kept getting bigger from there. He ...

... Aussie jersey and dropped in to see what was on. The Australia\South Africa game for the Nelson Mandela Trophy was about to kick off. I decided the Dominican Monestary wouldn´t be going anywhere so we stayed to watch Australia kick South Africa´s ass!! We met a bunch of cool welsh guys and a couple of coldies later we were fired up and ready to hit the monestary. We kept the religious theme going for the afternoon and visited a Jesuit Church too. We ...