Sorry for the radio silence, I've been without wireless (and still am without wireless) so I'm just chilling in my registration building pumping out another post for you, my loyal readers. Let's go back to where I last left off, somewhere in Croatia, I believe:
So scratch the Dubrovnik plan. My friends and I got to Korčula (pr. Kor-chula) from Vela Luka, on the other side of Korčula Island at around 11AM yesterday only to find out that we had missed all forms of transport from Korčula to Dubrovnik.
Our options were to either pay loads to get to Dubrovnik, or cancel our Dubrovnik hostel and spend the day in Korčula town. We decided to stay, and it was a really good decision. The old town was absolutely beautiful, with its stone cathedral spire rising high above the towers and walls, and the shaded and inviting alleyways that zig-zagged their way from one side to the other. After the other guys went back to the hostel that we found after stumbling across a tourist office, I decided to go for a run around the main town centre. It was quite small, and I cleared it pretty quickly, and thought it would be nice to check out some of the residential area. I got some really odd looks as I was going round, probably because there usually aren't many tourists this time of year, along with the fact that probably very few of the few tourists actually bother to exercise while on holiday. Oh well.
Later that night, after a shower and a fluffy warm towel, we made our way over to a restaurant in the old town where it was time for me to get something that used to be alive. I decided to go for the fish, as it was much more affordable than a steak. It was definitely a great decision, as it came with a steaming polenta made of local Croatian spinach that had a great zing to it, along with lots of garlic. The fish wasn't like anything I had eaten before, it was kind of circular with the spine going straight through the middle, but it was delicious, so I wasn't going to complain. Afterwards, the waiter stopped by to ask if I enjoyed the fish. Of course, I said I had, and then he told me to guess what kind of fish it was. Just to mess with him, I guessed shark, and I was right. Shark is delicious.
The next morning, one of the girls travelling with me, Arikka, and I needed to get back to Split in order to get back to Zadar the next day for our flight back to London, so we got an early night, and set off from Korčula harbour at 0600 hours. We got into Split nice and early at 0830 and hung about with a loaf of bread, biscuits and yogurt drink: the perfect Croatian breakfast. I was really grateful it was the slow season, otherwise we never would have made it into a hostel, and we dropped our bags and went off to meet Andrija, a friend of Yasmin (one of the other girls I travelled with), whose party we went to when we were in Split the first time. We spent the rest of the afternoon looking around the shadowed alleys of the old city, and for dinner, found a student canteen where I ate to capacity for only 4 kuna (about 1 USD). It was amazing.
The next day found Arikka and I eating pizza on a roof terrace right before we caught our bus up to Zadar. The 3.5 hour journey went by pretty quickly, and was punctuated by mainly Western pop music from this decade and the last four inbetween Croatian songs, one of which was about drinking, which I guessed from the gradual slurring of words and giggling on the track.
The Ryanair flight back to London was like any other: always on time (despite the apparent messiness at the gate and in the cabin right up to taxiing), extremely well-lit throughout and then the trumpet proclaiming "Another on time flight." I mean, it's what you pay 70 quid for, so I'm not compaining. They got me there and back, and now I'm back in the Kingdom. Stay tuned for my coverage of my Easter weekend in Cardiff, coming soon!
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