Hotel Trogir

... and making sure we had everything we needed.

Just went and had a short walk around and baked trout dinner at Serum which was a cool little place like being in someones living room.
Went to a couple of bars afterwards and found out why it was so quiet in Split - Sunday is the "day of the dead" (the way the barman in the first bar explained it to me) which is the day of the year that everyone visits the graves of their ...

... English, all at once, telling us either “1 minute walking” or “city center” or “50 meter to beach” or “nice room” or “come see room” in broken English. We finally settled on the guy who spoke the most English and promised us the lowest price. Of course, when he took us to his apartment so we could check it out, he had “forgotten” his low price at the dock and Andre had to ...

... an hour as they swam amongst the few boats. The sun has been shining all day and we have done absolutely nothing! After breakfast we walked down to the beach, which is just a short walk from where we have parked at the campsite. Then, we played a board game and had lunch, followed by going for a swim in the ocean and relaxing on the rocks. We are about to catch the ferry from our campsite into the small town of Trogir; we can ...

... side of the palace, closest to the sea front. As many as 9,000 people, including soldiers and slaves from conquered lands, once lived inside the palace, and during the Middle Ages, noble families and wealthy merchants built their homes there. Many descendents of those early inhabitants continue to live inside the palace.

Immediately outside the Peristil, you arrive at the main Roman east-west street, the Decumanus, now called Kresimirova. This street splits the ...

... ones I passed along the way. The bus station is a short 10 minute walk from the hostel and easy to find. I stopped along the way in a bakery and bought a couple of things for breakfast. I was a little early for the bus so I had my breakfast while I waited for the driver to arrive. The ride to Trogir cost 20kn ($4) and took about 45 minutes. Not bad at all. The stop is right at the entrance to the ...

... hostelli loytyi ihan vanhan kaupungin ytimesta. Split Hostel on ehka vahan kallis (150 kunaa eli noin 20 euroa), mutta sijainti on tosiaan erittain hyva ja hauskaa on ollut. Splitin vanha osa on kokonaan Unescon listoilla ja taalta loytyva Rooman ajoilta peraisin oleva Diocletianuksen palatsi on aika vaikuttavan nakoinen ja kokoinen. Halpaa ruokaa loytyy kohtyy helposti. Vanhassa kaupungissakin parilla eurolla saa pikaruokapaikoista hyvan ć ...

... spying out for a couple of days called 'Luxor', so named because it is located in the middle of the Diocletian Palace and a small sphinx statue is outside that the Emperor Diocletian had brought from Luxor in 305 AD. The statue itself is more than 3600 years old though. I sat in the café enjoying my 'coffee with milk' but at the same time amazed at the fact that we were actually sitting in the ruins - this was not part of a museum. That column I was sitting beside ...

... dive any more, but I decided not to go ahead with the Advanced Scuba course I was planning to do later in the week. An hour and a half and 300KN(!) later, I was back on dry land, feeling a bit disappointed and wondering what to do with myself for the rest of the day. I had wanted to rent a scooter, as the coastal roads looked amazing, winding in and out of the hills and overlooking the coast, but realised I didn't have my driving license with me. So I did what I do best: read. First I sat ...

... fun! Hilary and Simon would catch up later! The fish market was INSANE! Big, burly men yelling at eachother and cutting off fish heads, probably for no reason whatsoever, surely named Bruno or something similar! But we bought anchovies for only 15 Kunas a jar... or as the Aussies say "Kahunas, Coronas, Cappuccinos... What is the money called again!?" Kunas, we remind them! The following day the boys had to leave for Oktoberfest, fitting for most young males ...

... by the ruling Austo-Hungarians towards the end of the 19th century and travelled to Trogir, a small island an hour north of Split, a large and mainly ugly city that is a port servicing many of the islands on the Dalmatian Coast. We had, to our right, azure waters that looked about as inviting as a sea could ever look and then out of the window on our left huge stark grey mountains shrouded in a huge cloud cover that always threatened to drench us, but never did. Many of ...