Monte Carlo of the Adriatic
Trip Start Jan 08, 2005
135Trip End Ongoing
As the ferry docked and we descended the gangway, we could see the loyal subjects of Hvar town waving enthusiastically and calling out the traditional Croatian welcome - Zimmer! Zimmer! Room! Room! Sobe! Sobe! We gave the royal wave and choose the lady-in-waiting who would look after us during our stay in Hvar. We were placed in the awaiting limosine and whisked up the hill overlooking the town to the royal holiday residence. Marija would be at our beck and call should we need her, but as we wished to remain anonymous, we released her from duties. We walked into town to see what is supposedly the 'Venice of Croatia'. Sure, there were no cars or motorbikes, but there was also a definite lack of canals, gondolas and italians, so pretty much no comparison with Venice.
It was much smaller than Split so didn't take too long to view the sites, especially as most of them were closed. So we walked up the hill to the town fortress for views of the neighbouring islands. Back at the royal residence, Marija had said that 3 minutes in the opposite direction would take us to a beach. That must have been 3 Croatian minutes, because about 15 minutes later, after practiacally abseiling down a rockly cliff face, we reached the beach. I blinded everyone with the white brilliance of my thunder thighs and jelly belly and took a dip in the crystal clear water. We splashed until the sun went down then headed back for dinner on the terrace.
We'd seen all there was to see of Hvar town, and all that the wannabe Monte Carlo of the Adriatic had to offer (including all the massive yachts along the promenade). We'd booked the first morning ferry out to the island of Korcula, as we'd heard it was a place to see, not a place to be seen>!!!