Vis Hotel Dubrovnik

... view was nice. I was able to get some tomato juice too for the first time in weeks, so that was another plus!<br><br>After lunch we got the bus back to our accommodation and did that long walk up the stairs past the Tommy for the last time. <br><br>On the way to the airport Ante took us past a town that used to be full of hotels and resorts but had been bombed in the war and never repaired. He took us to one part that once housed six five-star hotels right on the beach and it was ...

... and scalding hot. It occurred to us that maybe we'd broken the machine and were about to be in big trouble!. We yanked out my steaming, half washed washing which was lying in a pool of dirty brown water. Sam drained out the machine with a glass while I rinsed out and cooled down my washing in the bathtub. I immediately hung it on the line and what followed was four and a half hours of hell. I literally sat outside and watched the washing dry or paced the house, unable to ...

... once, nothing. Shona headed off to find an Internet cafe to make sure that it was the right place and that we could check in at this time. By the time she got back Dino was chilling out in our newly found oasis with a glass of homemade red wine and having a chat to our hosts. Hmm I wonder who is doing more of the work. Dubrovnik seems like a maze of a place after spending to long on such beautiful and peaceful islands, but our guest house makes it easier.

... by cliffs with caves and coves in them.  There is no sand, but rocks that are made smooth and polished by the surf, and they, along with the water, were glistening in the moonlight!  We got in the water, with a little difficulty due to the temperature.  But we all did it!  We swam for awhile, and it felt like we were in Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.  Thats the only way I can describe how amazing it felt to be there.  We all collected rocks to keep from that ...

... now that it's over. Back on board. Was only 15 today but seems much warmer now the sun is out so just put on a polo and shorts and take the laptop up on deck. Grab some beer and Al sees Cindy and Darlene who we'd sat beside in the terminal in Venice. Switch the laptop on and can't see a thing, way too glary so I give up. I go over and join in the conversation. Al makes a comment about the gelati ...

... room is cut off from the outside world so I was shocked to see how windy it was outside plus the menacing clouds lurking about. I checked the water from the ferry dock and have never seen it remotely as rough as it was this morning. There were whitecaps everywhere and even the ferry boat was bobbing up and down in the protected harbor. My hopes of swimming around the island faded rapidly during the ferry ride as we were pitched up and down severely. I imagined what would ...

... it to Zadar perfectly, it a smaller sea town... we have no problem find a hostel... have dinner, and sleeping for the night... Headed to Dubrovnik by 9:30am the next morning. They drive was beautiful, right along the coast line of highway 8. A bit like driving on 101 down the west coast of US. Garionn drove most of the way and did great dodging the crazy croatian drivers... We stopped for lunch in Omis... another small sea town... at another pizzeria. The water is ...

... to press on and drive about 50km to the nearest town of Jelsa. The "main" road was awful, so narrow that our van couldn't fit in the lane, so we had to drive in the middle, with no reflectors or other indicators of where the edge of the road was or where it might lead and with the occasional 20ft drop off into pitch blackness on either or both sides of the road. Oh, and potholes too. We could only manage about 30kmh in these conditions, so after an hour and a half of **** scared ...

... to from the St Francis Convent just outside of the city. The church bells were beautiful... made me get all chocked up even.... well, that and the beautiful 100 ft super-yacht that sat in the next bay... what am I doing wrong that I don't have a super-yacht? ah, well, we sailed by a hotel that was shelled during the war and not restored yet, you could still see the wounds caused by the shells.... and then we were at sea....... time to change for ...

... made me feel better, we should've all thrown them off the boat for the fishes but that's life i guess. Im sure it wont be the first or last time our British mentality of queueing will backfire on us!! Split was loads of fun and such a cool place to base yourself for many different day trips that it made life a lot easier. The room we had was cool and out diet of Pizza, Ice Cream and Beer is surely going to be the next Atkins styles diet on the market? Next stop Kotor, Montenegro!!