Croatian islands, Korcula

Trip Start Aug 11, 2009
Trip End Sep 30, 2010

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Flag of Croatia  , Dubrovacko-Neretvanska,
Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Croatia must surely be in the top ten for countries with strangely shaped borders. Even Croatia's Adriatic coastline is not continuous, with a token 26km stretch generously given to Bosnia.
Our bus from Dubrovnik took the coastal road, or perhaps I should just say the road, what with the mountains in the way and the country being about 4km wide at the Southern end. We turned off just before the Bosnian border to follow the Peljesac peninsular and of course get on the bus ferry - Korcula is an island after all.

To our great surprise, the hostel in Korcula was almost empty. This, combined with a storm blowing over and much cooler weather, had us wondering if summer was suddenly over already, right on schedule on the last day of August. Korcula also has a well preserved old town, much smaller than Dubrovnik and thanks to the storm, also much windier. The town claims to have been the (possible) birthplace of Marco Polo, but even the tour guides that we overheard seem very skeptical about the likelihood of that. The privately run Marco Polo museum, Marco Polo chain of gift shops and Marco Polo branded restaurants and pizzerias seem to be doing ok though.

We attempted to go to the beach, but obviously were not hard core enough as the freezing water and cold winds were enough to put us off, unlike all the sunbathers who were braving the weather in the name of a good tan. Instead we headed for the hill behind town (at a staggering 81m high it was not a great effort) which is topped by a tower that looks as though the old town builders had a spare stone tower going and nowhere to put it, so they stuck it on the adjacent hill. We managed to get in the padlocked door, and up the first flight of stairs but the already holey wooden flooring did not look look like it would take our weight so we gave up.
Close to our hostel, we climbed the stairs up to Saint Antons church on the hill (again, a monster hill of about 50m high I think). 
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