August 4 - Somewhere in Bosnia to Hvar

It was another day that did not have a proper beginning given that I barely slept throughout the night, however nothing much happened for the first half of the day anyway so it doesn't much matter where we begin the day's events. Quite literally I spent the first at least 12 hours of the day trying to make myself as comfortable on the bus so that I could get some sleep. I had no other alternatives as every form of entertainment available to me - my computer, iPod, camera and phone were either broken or out of battery and I had recently finished my book. It was a boring, boring day. Thankfully, though we had originally intended to go to Dubrovnik to catch up with the others, we were able to change our plans and go to Split where the others would be by the time we got there. Thanks to some help from the lady behind us who could speak English, we were able to do this without too much drama and by about 4 pm and after 17 hours on the bus we were pulling into Split. We were not planning on staying long however and caught the first available ferry to Hvar, which is a small island off the Dalmation coast.

Once we got on the ferry we became a little concerned as we had made no plans whatsoever with regards to accommodation and the two hostels that we had contacted were both full. When we got off the boat however, we were able to negotiate a relatively cheap room for the two of us before having some way way overdue showers (seriously the amount of dirt that came off my legs was frightening) and changing into some (relatively but not really) clean clothes. From here we went and caught up with some of the others from our crew in Greece plus a number of other people from Sydney that they had met up with along the way and commenced the night's drinking. It ended up being a great night with a few drinks at their apartment as everyone traded traveling stories, followed by some cocktails at a bar down near by the harbour before moving on to Hvar's main nightclub which is in an old monastery overlooking the port. It barely needs to be said that Monty relished the opportunity to CS on the DF and great times were had by all as we rocked out to a variety of old favourites spliced with some full-blown eurotrash doof-doof. Eventually however, the night wound down and the Mont and I headed home at about 4:30, not having had a proper meal the whole day, but having more than made up for it by consuming more than our share of liquid carbs. We were both looking forward to hitting the hay as it was our first night in a proper bed after having spent the previous three nights sleeping on public transport.

Over and out

Jez