After an espresso and a good-bye to the guys I’d met in Mostar, I headed off to Dubrovnik in the early hours of the morning. After Split and daytime-Mostar, I wasn’t really up to discovering another tourist frenzy. Rather I greatly needed time to relax.
I was picked up at the bus station by a guy from the hostel and to my great regret I found him sitting on a scooter. That is one vehicle I do not have fond memories of. Last time I was on the back of a scooter we crashed after turning on wet grass. To this day I still have a part of my knee that I can’t feel. But standing at the bus station in the morning heat I became evident that it was either getting on the back of his scooter or walk the way up to the hostel. I must have looked quite pale as I stood there with my backpack, a bottle of water and wearing a long dress which was no way meant for sitting on the back of a scooter. The guy laughed at my expression and said he was a really experienced driver. Then he looked at my long skirt and added that it would be a funny trip.
I ended up on the back of his scooter with my pale legs spreading in each direction and the skirt crawling up. I must have looked a hoot, but my driver, that charmer, only added: please don’t worry, in five minutes we will be in love.
While we did not fall in love the drive up the hill was actually very pleasant, and after I’d gotten used to the countless hairpin turns, I came to enjoy myself despite looking like a red blazed harlot.
At the hostel I was quartered with a Chilean guy with whom I fell into pleasant conversation. He introduced me to our neighbours – four Irish girls, who could inform me that the latest Harry Potter book had been released.
Despite having planned to rest up, I was quickly convinced to join the group for a walk on the city wall and a bijela kava in the centre. And thank goodness I did, because otherwise I might not have discovered that despite there being many tourists, Dubrovnik was an absolutely stunning city. The tourist masses couldn’t obstruct the obvious beauty of this pearl of the Adriatic.
We toured the city walls until my memory card was giving up. It might be large, but the amounts of pictures I took were cataclysmic. Everywhere from these huge city walls you have a marvellous view over either the centre, the mountains or the sea and islands. The sea is deep blue and the cliffs rise dramatically from the water. I wonder if the French couple from my boat trip to Kornati would have been impressed here.
While taking a short break we became worried for young guy who was ready to jump off the massive cliffs. It might all be good sports and thrilling to do, but it looked damn terrifying from our position. At other places you could see people baking in the sun – some with very little clothes on.
Before long the day had passed in good company and with a dose of Irish humour – and forgotten were all my ideas of resting.
We spent the evening in our residence, getting drunk, having fun and reading. I was so lucky to be able to borrow the new Harry Potter from one of the Irish girls. In the end, I went to bed and fell instantly asleep, while they headed for the centre to find a party.
I would love to have had more time in Dubrovnik, but I am pleased with all that I have seen, and that I had great company during my sightseeing.