From Dubrovnik to Split and Hvar. Then back again!
02.07.2010 - 04.07.2010 34 °C
On Friday morning, I took my "Doing Business in Central and Eastern Europe" exam (both questions were policy-based and I managed to squeeze out something similar to my previous post on here re: industrial economics in response). Following the exam, three of my classmates and I took a bus from Dubrovnik to Split. Thus began a weekend of debauchery for some, and of illness for me. Still, it was pretty awesome.
Not long after arriving in Split, Lindsay and Justin began a non-stop drinking binge that lasted through Sunday night (4th of July! AMERICAAAAAAAAA). Had I not had a cold, I probably would've been participating in some/much/all of it, but (thankfully?) I had a cold and instead acted as a chaperon and guide-of-sorts to the stumblers.
I had been to Split twice before so I wasn't exactly in need of a non-stop tourism explosion. Instead, we plodded around Diocletian's Palace a little bit (made out of stone from the island of Brac(h) -- the same stone that was used to make the White House in Washington, DC! AMERICAAAAAAAAA) and then settled down at a bar on an extension from the waterfront promenade.
I checked out from the group early in order to get some quality sleep. Unfortunately, I managed only a few hours because the room was unbearably hot, I had to blow my nose non-stop, and we were sharing a room with a group of scrawny 18-year-old British kids who apparently didn't understand the concept of "courtesy" or "shutting up" when they get back to a shared-room at 3am. Still, I was ready to get to Hvar in the morning.
I've been wanting to visit Hvar for years. When I was out here in Croatia back in 2005, Justin, Emily and I made a strategic decision to focus on just one of the major Adriatic islands. The debate came down to a decision between Korc(h)ula and Hvar. Korcula won out (by unanimous decision), but after visiting Hvar, I wish it hadn't.
I'm calling it: Hvar is the most beautiful small town I've ever been to in my entire life. The place is fantastic (see photos for proof!). We stayed in a guest-house up on the hill just above the ancient town-square. After dinner, I left Justin and Lindsay, who were deep into their 22nd hour of non-stop drinking, to squirrel up the hill/mini-mountain behind the town. Perched on the hill is a little fort/castle. I had perfect timing, apparently, because the sun was beginning to set as I climbed the surprisingly-large hill (at one point, I ended up off-road somehow and literally had to scale a short bit of rock-face and then tumble through cacti). When I reached the top, the sun was in mid-set and was bathing the town of Hvar in a warm, golden-red glow (see photos for further evidence!).
I then joined Justin and Lindsay at a bar to finish watching the Spain/Paraguay WorldCup match, and nipped off to bed as they were gearing up for another late-night session (they returned at ~3:30-45am). In the morning, we headed back to Split and then on to Dubrovnik where Justin passed out, Lindsay tried to power through (4th of July! AMERICAAAAAAAAA), and I was finishing with the tail-end of my cold.