Today would be the day it all began, 8 days of rest and relaxation…and partying of course. Once we found the correct ship and chucked our gear into our cabins we met the crew and other passengers. Barring 1 Canadian and 2 Poms (one being the tour guide), the other passengers were interestingly enough all Australian. The crew on the other hand were full blown Croatians, and more than that, all were ex military. The first mate, nicknamed ‘The General’, had that nickname not for some silly reason, but because in the Baltic War of 91 he was an actual bloody General!
After a few hours of sailing, which for the passengers involved lying around sunbathing and listening to music while imbibing some complementary drinks, we arrived in a town called Slano, a Croatian word meaning salty. After playing some water polo with the locals where we were soundly whipped, we pumped up the music and had our own little disco on the roof of the boat, partying till early in the morn.
An interesting note about the trip is that our tour guide, Coops, introduced us to the game of life, a game consisting of removing the word m.i.n.e (without the .’s) from ones vocabulary. Anytime one says that, 10 pressups have to be done immediately. That means wherever you are, whatever you’re doing. 10 pressups. The question “who’s is this” suddenly became a very common question to ask someone. While drunk – such as this night – many, many people got caught.
Today would be the day it all began, 8 days of rest and relaxation…and partying of course. Once we found the correct ship and chucked our gear into our cabins we met the crew and other passengers. Barring 1 Canadian and 2 Poms (one being the tour guide), the other passengers were interestingly enough all Australian. The crew on the other hand were full blown Croatians, and more than that, all were ex military. The first mate, nicknamed ‘The General’, had that nickname not for some silly reason, but because in the Baltic War of 91 he was an actual bloody General!
After a few hours of sailing, which for the passengers involved lying around sunbathing and listening to music while imbibing some complementary drinks, we arrived in a town called Slano, a Croatian word meaning salty. After playing some water polo with the locals where we were soundly whipped, we pumped up the music and had our own little disco on the roof of the boat, partying till early in the morn.
An interesting note about the trip is that our tour guide, Coops, introduced us to the game of life, a game consisting of removing the word m.i.n.e (without the .’s) from ones vocabulary. Anytime one says that, 10 pressups have to be done immediately. That means wherever you are, whatever you’re doing. 10 pressups. The question “who’s is this” suddenly became a very common question to ask someone. While drunk – such as this night – many, many people got caught.
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Day 1 – Slano
August 16th, 2009 at 7:55 am
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