Makarska was by far my favourite stop over the 8 days.
1. 2. Chuggin along on the M/S Plomin.
3. 4. Cute cheesy photos with our captain Luca courtesy of our guide Duayne.
The Croatian coastline is breathtaking, and nothing less. There's the water along the shore, crystal clear and blue. Then go inland a little while and you have huge rocky mountains that jut fiercly out of nowhere. It's spectacular, my brain failed to fully absorb it all while I was there and even now when I look back at photos, they never cease to impress me.
Above: Makarska by day.
Something happened that night in Makarska. Someone drugged our entire boat or something because everyone completely lost their minds. Just a forewarning.
The boys somehow decided that they would do a shit shirt night, and here are the results...
At the cocktail bar four out of the five people that took part in the beer bong competition were from our boat. The most impressive (and the only girl, watch above) was not only from our boat, but managed to skull every last drop (unlike everyone else).
1. Inez, Nisa and Claire-Ellen doing what girls with tits do best.
2. 3. 4. 5. Deep Club; rave in a cave. The coolest club I've ever seen, a literal club, in a cave.
6. 7. Mike on Josh's shoulders, before everyone lost their shirts.
8. 9. Just outside the club.
10. 11. Matty with Mike's shirt around his head.
At some point during the night, all the boys had their shirts ripped off. And when I say ripped off, I mean ripped into shreds. Poor Mark had his Topman shirt torn apart, but it then came in handy the next day for pirate night. Chels and I knew that a club in a cave would mean a lot of sweat so we wore our bikini tops, which resulted in our tops being taken off us. The next second someone else on the boat was dancing around topless with their arms around their chest, and I don't remember who it was and who took it off her (shows my state of inebriation) but it was around then, even a bit before, that I realised that the everyone on the M/S Plomin had gone completely loopy.
There was a complication with a creepy man following us all back to the boat and not leaving until Duayne told him to more or less fuck off (excuse my french). Other than that, it was hands down the best night out I'd ever had.
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