After Dubrovnik, I took off by myself for three weeks of wandering along the Croatian coast and through the badlands. I took pictures when everything was really good, and tried to exist outside of my head in cigarettes and booze and books when everything was really bad. Most of these pictures span the coastal excursions because those times were some of the best times during my 6 month sojourn. Blog ho!
Korcula island as seen from the ferry that ferry’d me to Split over the course of 9 hours.
Split is a Roman city. This is part of Diocletian’s palace.
Split and the rest of Dalmatian Croatia kind of resemble each other.
Stairs leading to the zoo that had all the ‘oh my’ animals.
So I was throwin dice in the alley…
What up booze’d up photo 1.
Melissa and Andrew breaking for free peaches.
Andrew and I took a ferry to Hvar island, where there was a storm brewing.
It flooded the town.
So we sought refuge in the nearest Kerum where we found this ginormous cheese cutter.
And where we also bought snorkels to brave the storm.
Then we went on a walk and saw these boats.
And this bike.
And then finally decided to go snorkeling here. Andrew said there were starfish and seaslugs, but I was too scared to open my eyes, so I can’t confirm or deny.
The storm had our stairs flooding for a couple of hours.
The next day was goddamn beautiful.
So we rented a boat with Jen and Di and explored a bunch of uninhabited islands around Hvar.
There were man-eating goats and angry nudists to be found.
This island was filled with razor-sharp rocks that we later learned are maintained in pyramidal formation by the local nudies.
I climbed the hill in search of nothing and found hissing lizards.
Jen is a pro photographer and skilled leisure-ist.
All the beaches in this area are pebbley, but we found a tiny tiny sand one, just big enough for 4 people. Unfortunately it was covered with syringes and ferocious bees, so we inhabited its flat rocks instead.
We climbed up to the town’s fortress to watch the sunset.
The next day we took a ferry to Brac to go to Zlatarni Rat, and the weather turned gorgeous later in the day. Promise.
There was a little dyke baby playing, and I tried to sympathize with her tomboyishness, but I just ridiculed her instead.
Our landlady left us some fresh meat.
We left her some fresh dishes, natch!
This is the day that I left fmy friends to travel on t Zadar, and the sky seemed to suggest good things to come.
But Zadar fuckin’ sucked and all it had was the goddamn amusement ride and Pirates of the Caribbean with English subtitles. Fucking Bakersfield of Croatia.
I loved Zagreb, but this is the only picture I took.