After the massiveness that was our last night in Rome, we were hoping the 9 hour overnight ferry would give us some time to recovery. Sadly, that was not to be. Aircon set to 18 degrees, poor aural insulation and incredibly uncomfortable floors made for a lackluster nights rest.
Thankfully, when we did stumble off the bloat, bleary eyed and weary, a random guy (amongst others) offered to rent us his apartment. Surprisingly enough, I managed to haggle him down to 20 euro a night from 25, sluggish as my mind was. His less than complete grasp on the english language probably helped, but I’ll claim credit where I can
The next couple of days we made the most of, spending as much time as possible relaxing in the Adriatic sea, enjoying the culinary delights – especially fresh seafood, as well as a famous Croatian capsicum based sauce, had with pasta or rice.
Our last night before heading off on our cruise we decided to make a big one, so headed to a place called Fresh*, renowned for its cocktails served in buckets. Soon after, now with quite a crowd, we headed to the bar where Brit Lapthorn famously disappeared. Hours of revelry later, I’d manage to misplace David and Steve, who had the keys to our apartment. Undeterred, I decided to break in. To our 3rd story apartment. At 3:30am. Drunk. With a broken toe.
When the other two did get home, less than half an hour later, Steve crashed while Dave, high on Red Bull, decided to pull an all nighter, not crashing till nigh on 7.
Kicking him out of bed a scarce hour later, grabbing a quick ice cream for breakfast (Croatia has astounding ice cream for staggeringly cheap prices), we headed to the docks to begin our Nautical Adventure.
After the massiveness that was our last night in Rome, we were hoping the 9 hour overnight ferry would give us some time to recovery. Sadly, that was not to be. Aircon set to 18 degrees, poor aural insulation and incredibly uncomfortable floors made for a lackluster nights rest.
Thankfully, when we did stumble off the bloat, bleary eyed and weary, a random guy (amongst others) offered to rent us his apartment. Surprisingly enough, I managed to haggle him down to 20 euro a night from 25, sluggish as my mind was. His less than complete grasp on the english language probably helped, but I’ll claim credit where I can
The next couple of days we made the most of, spending as much time as possible relaxing in the Adriatic sea, enjoying the culinary delights – especially fresh seafood, as well as a famous Croatian capsicum based sauce, had with pasta or rice.
Our last night before heading off on our cruise we decided to make a big one, so headed to a place called Fresh*, renowned for its cocktails served in buckets. Soon after, now with quite a crowd, we headed to the bar where Brit Lapthorn famously disappeared. Hours of revelry later, I’d manage to misplace David and Steve, who had the keys to our apartment. Undeterred, I decided to break in. To our 3rd story apartment. At 3:30am. Drunk. With a broken toe.
When the other two did get home, less than half an hour later, Steve crashed while Dave, high on Red Bull, decided to pull an all nighter, not crashing till nigh on 7.
Kicking him out of bed a scarce hour later, grabbing a quick ice cream for breakfast (Croatia has astounding ice cream for staggeringly cheap prices), we headed to the docks to begin our Nautical Adventure.
Dubrovnik Pictures
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Dubrovnik