Korcula Hotel

... but it was very windy. The walk around Lumbarda was beautiful &#8211; the water crystal clear and it was enjoyable to see the many wind surfers taking advantage of the gusty winds. We walked up the hill through very pleasant vineyards before arriving back at Lumbarda. We took a shared taxi back to Korcula.<br><br>With the sun now shining, Efren wanted to do some swimming. The beach just on the west end of town was very inviting ...

... these wounds were not going to heal fast. The next day was SALT WATER DAY. Most people would think beach, I was thinking wound cleaning. I knew that it was going to sting like hell but I knew to keep them clean I would have to take a few dips in the water. I headed out there by myself because if I wanted to cry I didn't need to have the others watching me. It stung like a *****, I can't explain the pain that I was going through. I just stood there waiting for ...

... Lucy, who we had shared a room with in Ljubljana and who we discovered was also staying at the same hostel we were in Bled. Afterwards, we made the first of many trips around the lake, taking hours to walk the 6km as we were stopping every few minutes to "ohhh" and "ahhh" at the marvellous scenery and take hundreds of pictures of the same thing, just from a slightly different angle. So impressed were we, we did it again ...

... called Star. Josh had heard a rumour that there was a path you could take from the main town in Mljet, Polace, to get into the National Park without paying the 90KN fee, so we decided to stick together to try and find it! Mljet island is a world away from Dubrovnik. So quiet that even when day trippers pour off the catamaran, they disperse within minutes and it's quiet again. I was quite worried about the likelihood of finding accommodation, but as I have done ...

... a few deliverz carts aside. I agree with everzone who sazs that zou get lost over and over again in Venice, but who would care? And, like Prague, it reallz doesn't matter what zou do - everz turn and everz corner and everz church is worth seeing. Above all, however, is San Marco. I don't know if anz other church will get to me in the waz that it did. And there was the greatest joz of being in Venice in the middle of winter - I can onlz ...

... dread. Risking Collette's life so we could leave a really boring town to go to a boring town a half hour earlier did not seem like a rational decision. Luckily we found a road parallel to the main one and had a refreshing and safe walk back and watched the bus coast into town just as we were arriving. Soon we were waiting for a new bus to take us further North up the Croatian coastline. During this waiting time I bought an over priced towel2 ...

... she understands that it's still funny even though it happened to her! Ran into Jenny at the hostel. She sat with us for a bit until I had to leave for the ferry. Emilie and Aude ended up walking me to the ferry ... it was actually very sweet of them. I was happy that I could spend a few more minutes with them but at the same time, I was also saddened because it reminded me of how nice these two girls are. We did the whole french double-kiss thing. I guess being North ...

... yet symbolized in the struggle for the love of a maiden -- this dance has been traditionally performed on the island for over 300 years! We had a few few days on Korcula -- long walks, refreshing swims, good food, sleep ins. The heat still soared, as did the crowds, on that smallish island, and though we had initially planned more days in Croatia, Stacy and I agreed that it was time to move onto Greece... We are well... As we move past our 2 month mark in the journey, so do we move ...

... 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 ...

... of which I perhaps saw three and none were even big enough to make a crab stick. Grey hills dotted with green stubble overlook Dubrovnik. It was from here that the city was shelled in the conflict with Yugoslavia in 1991. Now a simple cross stands on the hill, visible from the city and a reminder of that time. In Croatia, references to "The War" refer to 1990s, not WWII like the other countries I have passed through on this trip. Does this make it all the more saddening ...