Day 7: Omiš, Split

I woke up in Omiš on my last day in Croatia with a big ass mountain looming from the coastline.

On an expedition to find water, Chels and I decided to try and find the huge Fortica Starigrad at the top of said mountain. The day before, Duayne had said that every week he takes up a group of people at 8:30 in the morning. So we spontaneously decided to attempt to climb up to the fortress in our thongs, and without any idea where to go.

We got about halfway, I think. We had to turn back when it got close to midday because we were afraid the boat would leave without us, our feet were covered in dust (thongs are definitely not meant for hiking) and we had essentially turned into puddles of sweat.

1. Wizard who is actually the guy who first translated the Bible into Croatian.
2. Inez bartending in Split.

There's a great little group of bars in the old town of Split that our guide Duayne took us to (even though he wasn't supposed to). I have no idea where they were all hidden but if anyone manages to go please locate them on a map for me! The back room in Ghetto club was eerily lit and we drank absinthe poured for us by an evil pixie-looking girl sitting at a table in the centre of the room.

I was devastated that it was our last night in Croatia, but no one was leaving without with a bang.

In brief, no one slept. Chelsea and I went home 'early' i.e. got back to the boat at 3am and had an hour and a half's worth of 'sleep', then caught a shuttle bus to the airport at 5:30 to get an 8:00 plane to Milan.

These 8 days in Croatia, on the M/S Plomin with our very own busabout family, turned out to be one of the best weeks of my life and I hope I never stop missing the boat, the people and (in my opinion) one of the most beautiful countries in the world.