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- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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Today we cycled to two little towns, Pucisca and Skrip. There are three biking options, 19, 34 or 50 kms. There is one guide that rides with us, the other one drives along our route in a van making sure they know where we all are and that no one is in trouble or takes a wrong turn. You can get on and off the van for the bigger hills, or if you're tired. At some points the van waits for us and offers ...
... rather than the Princess ones as you tend to spend a lot of time waiting around for people to catch up or to find those that get lost along the way.
Have been meeting many new people since Venice as about 600 new people joined there,as others left.
The Sailaway parties are great, watching from the back deck with a wine or beer in the late afternoon sun as the city vanishes in the distance...everyone telling their stories of the days travels and high ...
... pretty also. Not much to do I must say but all good, they had a "beach" which was just concrete and a ladder down into the sea. Kind of like a pool, but I didn't swim here because of the sea urchents. Dubrovnik had a wall around the city which you could climb and get great views and this was a lovely day. This was also probably the biggest night at this huge club which was amazing, everyone got a little bit crazy, as we had been to a bucket club previously during the ...
... wine made in the cellar dating back to the 16th century. The picture of the dog in the road represents part of our directions to the village-- you are headed in the right direction if you pass the dog!!! The climb to the small village was a 12% grade for 5km. Beautiful bike rides and interesting villages on ...
... take a sloooooow walk 'round the block. Nobody expects it to last forever because, well, it just wouldn't be fun for long. Crossing this street means going back to real life and strapping a familiar, time-tested persona to your face as you trip over to the house with it's four tolerant walls - waiting, without shred of judgement, for anyone who stumbles over, anytime. I inch into bed but, after an hour or two, find myself awake again.
In some corner of the room, Vid is crying.