Sunday, July 24, 2005
Split(ting Headache)
I arrived in Split, Croatia after the best train ride ever. They offered everyone free coffee and sandwiches, which was a pleasant change from EasyJet and RyanAir-style capitalism of charging for everything!
I wandered around Split awhile trying to navigate my way to the hostel from a poorly photocpied map which only had an arrow pointing the general location of the hostel. Basically, I knew it was somewhere near the centre of town. Luckily Split is not big and eventually found a gracious non-English speaking cabbie who called the hostel for me and gave me the directions. I eventually found it and had a brief introduction to the somewhat dodgy British hostel owner. I quickly found myself in a conversation with two girls from London (Bels & Kate) who were staying at the hostel. Typical bullshit introductory questions: Where are you from? How long are you travelling? Where have you been? blah, blah, blah. Soon after, the owner came into our room and started chatting with us. He recommended a place for the 2 girls and myself to go for dinner. Then, he slyly invited himself to drinks afterward. He's a bit creepy, but had a few good stories. We all made it home at 5 am.
Today, I have a pounding head and feel like a pile of crap. I'm well overdue for a huge siesta.
I wandered around Split awhile trying to navigate my way to the hostel from a poorly photocpied map which only had an arrow pointing the general location of the hostel. Basically, I knew it was somewhere near the centre of town. Luckily Split is not big and eventually found a gracious non-English speaking cabbie who called the hostel for me and gave me the directions. I eventually found it and had a brief introduction to the somewhat dodgy British hostel owner. I quickly found myself in a conversation with two girls from London (Bels & Kate) who were staying at the hostel. Typical bullshit introductory questions: Where are you from? How long are you travelling? Where have you been? blah, blah, blah. Soon after, the owner came into our room and started chatting with us. He recommended a place for the 2 girls and myself to go for dinner. Then, he slyly invited himself to drinks afterward. He's a bit creepy, but had a few good stories. We all made it home at 5 am.
Today, I have a pounding head and feel like a pile of crap. I'm well overdue for a huge siesta.
// posted by Mr. Muir @ 5:36 p.m. 
