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Arrived on brac via the midnight ferry to a big festival. Live music groups were scattered all around the main part of supetar, but I was getting pretty beat from all the traveling so I tried not to see all the fun and instead concentrate on finding my hostel. Even though a nice Irish lady called ahead to advise them, the hostel staff was nowhere to be found. Some drunk swedes politely gave me a grand tour and I curled up on the common room floor. O and before I move on...earlier at the port of split I went into the restroom to get a little relief. Upon sitting down in a stall, I heard hurried footsteps into the bathroom and heard and elderly Croatian woman loudly saying "PAY TO POOP! PAY TO POOP!" I couldn't help but to bust out in laughter and reassure her that I had the 3 kuna necessary to poop. So back at the hostel, staff showed up at about three and set me up in a room with two past middle aged british women seeking a little youth. Next day had to be one of the best of my trip so far. Met up with a big, red haired Aussie plumber named Harley and another Aussie girl. Ran into the girl first and she said it would prolly just be the two of us going cause the guys were out till five and barely got back to the hostel. When she woke Harley by asking if he wanted to rent scooters and bike around the island, he sat up promptly, pulled up his eye shade, and boistureously (something tells me that's wrongly spelled) said "f*** yes!" Instant indicator that this day would be epic. The crash course lasted but one inadequate minute and we were off. Of course I got over confident, tried to match the skill of motorcycle-experienced Harley, and plopped mine over around a curve. Ripped off two big chunks of skin from my big toe and knee. After a brief moment of concern, the carefree Aussies gave me a high five and I realized this memory would stick with me forever via scar tissue. We rode to a beautiful, remote mountaintop which is the highest point in the Adriatic. I could see the whole way back to Italy! The ride to the famous golden horn beach was surreal. There are just some times when you realize where you are and what youre doing, and a feeling of disbelief comes over you. The winding roads around the mountainside were not only fun, but the views out to sea were tremendous. The beach was also very pretty but painful from mixing open wounds and salty, sooo salty water. Lifeguards also gave me some alcohol and had the curteousness to utter a thick, almost Russian accented "oh what's that in the water!" before drowning the deepest cut in fiery alcohol. Youch. Plans have shifted because of the many tips I've gotten on Budapest. Headed there on a train now. Looks soo cheap and lively, can't wait!
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Mom OUCH...hope it is getting better! I looked thru the pictures that you have posted...can't wait to hear the stories that go with them. So many beautiful places. And it looks like you are having good weather. Miss you...
Mom I forgot how the "Funky Donkey" was!
Missy just saw the pictures of your wounds :( looks pretty painful. guess it's been a while now though. hope they're healing ok