Tuesday 14th July - Budapest (Buda specifically)

Today we're going to explore our side of the river, the Buda part of
Budapest.

After having a general look around the "city" part (didn't findanything
particularly of note), we begin the hike to Castle Hill, which is the
hill on which the Castle stands (duh). This is a reasonable hike,
especially in the ~40 degree temperatures we have been getting. We
thought that going North might have cooled things off a bit but
definitely not.

After spending quite a while having a look around the Castle district,
we head down to a small island that sits in the middle of the Danube and
holds a nice area of parkland plus a small zoo. They also have a large
fountain arrangement here that, when we were present anyway, was
spurting in time to different pieces of classical music, very nice. We
had a quick look at the zoo although it was closed at this time, they
had a whole bunch of deer, and lots of baby deer, very cute.

Seemed like a lot of time today was spend walking, hence this is a bit
of a boring entry. Apologies :)

6787 - The Fisherman's Bastion, which looked like one of those fairytale
castles

6804 - View over the river from the Bastion

6878 - Is it the cops? Worse - it's the Police-Kops.

Monday 13th July - Zagreb to Budapest

We're catching the train to Budapest today, goodbye Glavni Kolodvor
(central station in Zagreb), hello Keleti Pulyaudvar (one of the three
central stations in Budapest...wait, what?)

On the train just before the Croatian border we are stopped for passport
control, yep all good, yay another stamp, this time to say I'm leaving
:) We get stopped just over the border as well, for Hungarian passport
control, yep you've got passports? Ok thanks bye. What??? No stamp???
Garh!!!

After the passport inspection has been completed, we move off... in the
opposite direction? I swear we were going the other way. Maybe we're
just changing tracks or something. No, the entire journey continues in
this direction until we reach Budapest. Bizarre. To make things worse
there is some tool who thinks that No Smoking in the carriages means you
can hang your head out the window and have a drag, meaning all your
lovely second hand smoke gets dragged into the other carriages behind
you. I was trying to find the guard, but since I didn't know Hungarian
for "There's a tool about 3 carriages up having a smoke", I don't
know how much good it would have done if I had. Plus maybe this is an
acceptable arrangement, since these people seem to smoke everywhere else.

We arrived in Budapest, at Keleti Pulyaudvar, which luckily is the end
of the line. It's much easier to confirm you're at the right place when
there's nowhere left to go. Hop off the train into the heat and noise,
first thing we have to do is look at getting some money. There is only
one ATM in the station, and the queue is about 10 metres long. We wait
for a while before progressing towards the head of the queue, when GAH
the ATM is temporarily out of service. I think it must have run out of cash.

We find our way out of the station and manage to find another bank ATM
that allows us to acuire some cash, so we jump on the metro and head to
Moszkva Ter (Moszkva Square) to find our hotel. Yep every time I say it
I start singing the Scorpions as well.

We're just across the road from Moszkva Ter ("taaaaaake me, to the magic
of the moment...") station, which is convenient. We drop our bags etc
and set to exploring. After walking for about 15 minutes, we reach the
Danube, which has seen better days IMHO. It's very brown and just
generally bleugh. The houses of Parliament of Budapest are an impressive
sight however, I can see why people say this is a pretty place.

We unfortunately have walked to the river pretty much exactly in between
two bridgess, and have to pick which one seems closer. It doesn't seem
to matter, cos wherever you walk in this city, it takes a while. It is a
BIG city. Having a look at the map, you wonder why you can't find half
the streets you're going past, it's because the scale of the map doesn't
allow it. They obviously couldn't fit them in, so only main streets are
shown. This can make things difficult.

We have a walk around the "Oktogon" area which is apparently pretty good
for food, and we manage to find a reasonable place, this place is quite
difficult for conversions on the fly as the currency exchange rate is
one Australian dollar to 155 Hungarian Forint. As such our first meal
cost 4000 Forint, which equates to roughly 28 dollars I think. We ended
up devising simpler ways of approximating like taking 2/3 of the price
and dividing by 100, which made things a bit easier.

After dinner we had a it more of a look around and then slowly made our
way back home. We actually had quite a pace going, but it was slow
because as I think I may have mentioned, this is a bloody big city. It's
actually basically two cities, Buda and Pest, and we're staying on the
Buda side, while everything good seems to be on the Pest side. Bugger!

6740 - Parliament, impressive building

6752 - Bridge, can't remember which one

6766 - I think this is the old Royal Palace

Sunday 12th July - Last Day in Zagreb

We sleep in a bit this morning, (a) because we know breakfast won't
start until 0800 anyway, and (b) because we were a bit tired out after
our hiking and city-seeing last night.

We've got a schedule for the day in the form of a guide of interesting
things to see in the city so we set about finding everything. There are
various nice historical buildings and statues of famous or noteworthy
Croatians, including Nikola Tesla, electrical genius. From memory his
birthday was only a couple of days ago on the 10th July.

Another thing we find of interest is a large golden (well brass or
something similar I assume) semi-spherical object, sitting in the middle
of one of the little squares in Zagreb. This is the "golden sun" which
was put there by an artist whose name escapes me for the moment, but the
sun inspired another artist to create the "Zagreb Solar System", and
this guy has placed 9 other globes around the city of Zagreb, apparently
at the right distance and the correct size to emulate our actual solar
system. We unfortunately didn't have time to find these, as the Sun was
about as tall as Celina, I can guess that just for startes Mercury is
probably the size of a marble. I wonder if they removed Pluto from the
model when it was kicked out of the solar system in '06? :P

Other things that I learned about Zagreb-

-They have a Hotel Esplanade; whether theirs came first, or the one in
St Kilda, I'm not sure
-In certain areas of Zagreb, where a lot of restoration work has been
done on the older buildings, there were a number of street signs
uncovered which had two different names for the streets. At the top, the
name is written in Croatian, and below, in a more gothic looking font,
the original German name is written.
-Zagreb Botanical Garden has turtles in it's pond!
-They love St George killing the dragon (as does every other city in Europe)

Tomorrow it's off to Hungary, Budapest in particular.

6583 - The Espy

Turtle Power!

6614 - Nikola Tesla

6623 - the Sun of Zagreb - we'll have to find the rest of the solar
system next time we come back

6702 - dual-language street signs uncovered during restoration

6739 - Go back to Germania!

Saturday 11th July - Plitvice Lakes

We have organised to go to Croatia's largest National Park today, Plitvice Lakes. The bus is due to pick us up at our hotel @ 0930, and breakfast doesn't start until 0800, so this is one of our later starts so far.

We are the last ones to be picked up by the bus, and we immediately hit
the highway on the way to Plitvice Lakes. A few minutes after we hop on,
a girl comes up and sits next to us and asks "Are you guys from
Colorado???" It's my Colorado Avalanche Hockey cap giving out the wrong
signals again. I really should find a good quality cap that says "Oi Oi
Oi" or something. Anyway she is disappointed that we are not, but we get
talking anyway and end up chatting for the next hour or so, which makes
the time go faster.

After a couple of hours we arrive, and this place is pretty spectacular,
see the pics I have attached. We only had 4 hours there before our bus
was going to leave to return to Zagreb, so we rushed through parts of it
unfortunately. But definitely worth the visit.

On the way home, we get the bus to drop us in the centre of the CBD
rather than our hotel so we can go straight to dinner. After dinner we
get started on the "Step By Step" book we have acquired at the tourist
office, and that makes me start singing New Kids On The Block every time
I look at it (Ooooh ba-by). Zagreb has a few little quirky bits and
pieces similar to prague, not as many, but this is definitely a very
nice city. It also has free tram rides within the very central area,
which makes getting about even easier. Croatia as a country is fast
climbing the rankings of our favourite countries.

6415 - I don't know if this shows the scale very well, but this
waterfall was huge.

6427 - Fishy, fishy, fishy, fishy, fish!

6446 - us, with the waterfall. Duh.

6462 - little waterfalls

6468 - I loved these waterfalls obviously

6475 - nice bluey-green colour

6525 - "Robbo?" "No cash!"

6565 - man on a horse, in the central square

6579 - there was some kind of jazz concert going on in the park as we
were walking home

Friday 10th July - Dubrovnik to Zagreb

Time to check out of the coastal bits of Croatia and head to the big
smoke. Before we do that, we have one last go at the beach lifestyle,
and head across to Lapad beach. This is the nicer area of Dubrovnik,
with supposedly the best beaches. We head to Lapad beach itself, as it
is supposed to be the bees knees.

Something we have seen before at other European beaches is the whole
"deckchair for hire, umbrella for hire" scenario, which is of course
designed to trap tourists into inadvertently using the equipment without
knowing you have to pay for it, as the advertising for the costs is in
tiny signage, usually behind a tree somewhere at the back of the
carpark. We weren't falling for that, and set ourselves up under the
(free) shade of a large palm tree.

Of course the reason everyone pays for the deckchairs etc. at European
beaches is that instead of having nice soft sand like normal
(Australian) beaches, they're made up of various sizes of friggin rocks.
This has pros & cons - Pro, no sand in between your toes etc. when you
come out of the water. Con, bloody hard on the back when you're lying on
a towel on a bed of rocks. Con, you can scrape your feet pretty easily
when swimming if you're not careful. Lapad manages to counteract this
last one quite well, by being small pebbles up to about 3 metres out,
then becoming sand! This is quite cool and I don't know why it is like
that, but it works well, and feels something like a normal beach when
you're out in the water.

The water was quite nice and we spent a couple of hours here soaking up
the last of the sunshine, then headed home. Picked up the bags, then
back across the street to the Bus Station to catch the bus to the airport.

Bearing in mind the Stansted incident, we have decided to catch the
plane to the airport to arrive 2 hours before our flight. This is a
domestic flight so this should be more than enough time for us. Besides,
we're not going to have traffic like we did at Stansted surely?

30 minutes later, after having left the bus station and basically
stopped, we began to think that maybe we hadn't been cautious enough.

>From what I could tell, there seemed to be some sort of high-ranking
political figures, or something, being rushed through the city. This may
or may not have had something to do with the Dubrovnik Festival starting
today. All we could see was an intersection up ahead having traffic
stopped all 4 ways, while every 10 minutes a cavalcade of cop cars and
black sedans was rushed through. What a balls-up.

As it turned out, we still arrived at the airport just before our
check-in even opened, so all was well. We flew out (eventually, half an
hour late as well) on a little A319, however Croatia Airlines do things
properly, and these planes had legroom to spare, and everything was done
properly. Even on the wing, where it's usually just got something
cryptic like "NO STEP", this one had "DO NOT STEP OUTSIDE THIS AREA".
Good stuff.

So we left the mid-30s of Dubrovnik, and flew into 16 degree, with
showers, Zagreb. Hurrah.

6401 - Beach at Lapad

Thursday 9th July - Dubrovnik Old Town

Today we are heading to the Stari Grad (Old Town) of Dubrovnik. I wake
up at 4am because it's so stinking hot, open the windows in our room,
then close them again 20 minutes later because I'm being eaten alive by
mozzies. Wake up for real at 7am, and head out to the Old Town.

We are staying in Gruz, one of the three main areas outside the Old Town
itself. It is about a 3.5km walk from where we are staying, which we
manage to knock over in about half an hour.

Dubrovnik was MOST recently in the news, in Australia at least, for
being the place at which Australian backpacker Brit Lapthorne went
missing and was subsequently found dead, and less recently but recent
enough, for being the target of aggressions by the Serbian & Montenegrin
army in 1991-92. So when you tell people you are going to Dubrovnik you
usually don't get a "Have fun!" wish, more of a "Be careful!"

In spite of this, Dubrovnik definitely feels like a perfectly safe
place, and, touch wood, we have not had any significant problems here at
all. The Old Town is still a very pretty place, although it still
clearly bears the scars of it's past. This is ironic, as from what I can
tell, the Republic of Dubrovnik seems to have existed for many hundreds
of years without actually begin involved in many serious violent
encounters. Those massive walls would have helped. We did the walking
tour of the Town Walls, complete with pre-recorded audio tour guide
device. One of the points that kept coming up was that Dubrovnik had
always been very politically savvy and diplomatic, and had always
managed to work out situations without ever having to resort to
violence, an example that springs to mind is the "donations" they paid
to the Turkish Empire during their time of strength, both to maintain
their independence and acquire protection of the Turkish forces. Whether
this amounts to diplomacy or just paying the right people I'm not sure.
Maybe that's what diplomacy is.

The walk around the walls is supposed to take about an hour, but because
we keep stopping to listen to the audio guide, and take photos, it takes
us about 2 hours. I had soaked my hat in Onofrio's Big Fountain (Onofrio
was a clever chap who managed to route water from a fresh spring 8 miles
away into these fountains), and it was bone-dry by the halfway point of
the walk. Still it was very interesting, and you can see more clearly
from up here which houses and buildings survived the 91-92 attack, and
which have been rebuilt. The new tiles are a lot brighter and more
angular than the older ones, also they have no moss etc. growing on them
(visibly, yet).

St Blaise, the saint to whom the whole town is dedicated, appears many
times in the audio tour. If I remember correctly, there were a number of
Venetian ships who had made anchor in the harbour at one point, and came
ashore to Dubrovnik under the guise of stocking up on supplies for a
long journey east. But the real reason was to examine the City walls for
the best points to attack when they invaded. Apparently St Blaise
appeared in a dream to the Priest or Bishop or whatever they had at the
time and warned of the Venetians' true intentions, and the enemy was
repelled. I will need to find more details on this story as it seemed a
bit patchy on the guide.

After the wall tour, we head down and grab some lunch. We had been given
some Peach Iced Tea the day before when we arrived at our accommodation,
and I quite liked it (real men drink Peach Iced Tea), so I bought a
bottle of that to have with my lunch. I think I must have been pretty
dehydrated because I drank a litre of the stuff at lunch alone.

After lunch we continued finding all the other points of interest, and
oops the power's just gone out in our room. Everyone laughed at me when
I took my shake-n-charge torch on holidays, but WHO'S LAUGHING WITH A
LIGHT SOURCE NOW! HA HA HA!

Ok the power's back, so I'll continue. We had picked up a map with
points of interest marked on it, from the turistico office, and
continued around these. Interestingly, there is a Serbian Orthodox
church inside the city - big fences and gates around that one. We also
saw the Lazareto, a building used, among other purposes, as a quarantine
centre, where incoming visitors were kept under observation for 40 days
for any signs of disease. This must have been torture looking out on
this beautiful beach below for 40 days, being cooped up in this little
building.

We started looking around for dinner at this point, this place has a lot
of sidewalk spruikers, advertising why their restaurant is the best.
Walking past one of them, the guy says "beautiful people, can I get you
a table, where are you from?" They always ask where you are from, so
they can bring up a common point of interest and make you feel like
their friend. In this example, when we said we were from Australia, he
started talking about our soccer team. This can backfire sometimes, as
we saw with another guy who said "where are you from?" to which the girl
replied "Finland" "Ah, Finland...good" was the reply.

I felt a bit sorry for the guy who finally won us over for his
restaurant, he thought we were American at first, then we told him we
were Australian and he started recommending all his big steaks to me,
obviously hoping that we would eat up a storm. As it was Celina had a
salad and I had spaghetti, one of our cheapest dinners as it turned out.

We stuck around for a while longer until the sun started to go down, got
ourselves some night photos then started the walk back home. I think the
enforcement of road rules around this area at this time of night (I'm
only talking ~21:00) is pretty lax, as people drive like absolute
lunatics. We managed to make it home in one piece though (well two
pieces as there are two of us) to carry on tomorrow, to return to Zagreb.

6248 - that thing sticking out of the cliff over my left shoulder was
the setup for the Red Bull Cliff Diving Championship - nutters!

6297 - people must have been shorter in the olden days

6337 - spot the ones that were damaged

6353 - someone set a cat amongst the pigeons, literally! Next I'm hoping
to see a dog eating someone's homework.

6385 - very pretty at night

Wednesday 8th July - Hvar to Dubrovnik, via Split

Today is a travel day, and as such it is mostly spent filling in time in
between journeys. We caught the 13:00 ferry from Hvar to Split, packed
to the rafters as usual, to meet our next connection, a bus leaving
Split at 15:00.

For some reason, the accommodation hawkers that are always at every
bus/ferry/train stop, are trying to ask us if we want accommodation in
Split, even though we are quite plainly waiting for a bus, to take us
AWAY from Split. Weirdoes.

On the bus, about 2.5 hours in we approach what looks to be a tollgate,
but the ticket dude on the bus tells everybody "Passports, documents!".
It seems that the way the road on which we are traveling is organised,
we actually go through Bosnia & Herzogovina for a short while, before
passing back into Croatia! Passports all check out, then it's welcome to
B&H! We even make a stop for 20 minutes for some unknown reason, so we
have time to stretch our legs, and take some geotagged photos to prove
we were there. Another country to add to the list, and not one that
would have been high up my list either!

Back into Croatia, passports checked again, all good. We arrive at the
main Dubrovnik Bus Terminal, which happens to be across the road from
our lodgings for the next 2 nights. We were worrying a bit about finding
it as we had the wrong map, but as soon as we fought our way through the
"room hawkers" again, we literally walked across the street to find our
place.

We are staying in Gruz, which is a district of Dubrovnik, that at this
point seems to be a lot quieter than we had expected. Tomorrow we will
hit the (Old) Town and see how that goes, then it's back to Zagreb the
day after that.

Tuesday 7th July - Island of Hvar, Hvar Town

Woke this morning to the sound of loutish youngsters returning home to
our place of accommodation, obviously still enjoying their night very
much so. Fell back to sleep, then woke again shortly after to the sound
of a car driving past. Woke again approximately an hour later to the
sound of a scooter at full pelt. You get the idea.

My final awakening was to the sound of the garbage truck coming past
doing his job. How do we manage to stay here for 2 nights, and make one
of them garbage night??? Anyway the generally sleepless night was due to
us leaving the window open, which was due to us not having any A/C at
the place at which we are currently staying. We got up around 8am, and
it hadn't heated up TOO much by this point. By the time we had walked to
the supermarket for some breakfast, and subsequently walked home, the
day had made its intentions, weather-wise, very clear. Yet another
scorcher was in store for us.

We started the day off with a hike to the top of the hill overlooking
Hvar town, where the old fortress, Fortress Spanjola, is situated. This
place is fantastic, they have one of those water cooler things so you
can get cold water. I poured a generous amount down my gullet, then all
over my hat. Great fun.

We had a wander around the old fortress, including the former prison
cells, which were actually offering quite a relief on a day like today,
dark and cool, with a bit of a breeze coming through the "window".

The fortress currently has an exhibition concentrating on amphoras, or
more correctly, amphorae. I said it that way so people would know that I
mean the plural of amphora. So what is an amphora? Readers of the
adventures of Asterix & Obelix would probably be familiar with these
vase-looking vessels, usually used to transport liquids. The word
amphora, I was reliably informed by a piece of paper stuck to the wall
in this exhibition, is derived from two Greek words, which currently
elude me, but the meaning of which are basically "to carry with both
hands", hence the naming of an amphora, as it has two handles, one on
either side.

We finished up our amphoral lesson, and proceeded back down the hill.
Our plan at this point was to continue the walk west along the south
coast of the island, a walk we had commenced the night before but had
not completed. We had much more success today, reaching the point of no
continuing, at which point we proceeded back towards town to discuss the
subject of lunch.

Lunch was of little note, so I will continue. We now headed east around
the southern coast of the island, in search of another beach recommended
to us, however we did not end up finding it. We did find a boat
refuelling station, complete with temporary citizens refilling their
boats whilst enjoying a cigarette. Then saw the same thing happening at
a car petrol station. These people are unbelievable. I'm not sure
whether they are tourists or locals, but I'm sure Darwin has his eye on
them.

We headed back to our accommodation briefly at this point to catch up
emails etc. and make sure things are generally in order, as we have not
had much time to do this. I have not uploaded a blog page in over a week
and it is not looking good for that rate to improve unfortunately. C-,
must try harder.

We headed back into town to just generally have a wander, and at my
extreme insistence, Celina relented to getting an ice-cream with me. I
think I have mentioned before how cheap they are here, 7kn will get you
a fairly sizeable ice-cream, this equates to about AUD$1.75. Hvar is the
most expensive for these though, they are 6kn in Split, and 5 in Bol!!!
This is like a buck 25, can't go wrong.

One more quick excursion back to home base to confirm arrangements for
checking out tomorrow, then it's back into town to organise dinner. I
strike out again, by picking "fried hake", thinking it will be like a
fried bit of fish. I do not realise that hake are quite small fish, and
they basically just roll the whole fish in batter and then fry those.
This then requires a bit of DIY on the part of the diner, to remove
skeletons etc., something in which I am not well versed. Luckily Celina
comes to my aid yet again.

We have brought the tripod with us this time out, and we proceed west
again to set up for the sunset. It is looking quite nice until the sun
buggers off behind some cloud just before hitting the horizon, but we
get some decent shots anyway. We round out the night by taking several
night shots around the town of Hvar, and ogling the "Lady Joy",the super
motor cruiser yacht behemoth thing that has docked here during the day
so that the owner can feel good about people gawking at his tremendous
wealth. At least I assume that's what he's here for. Jealous, moi? Never!

6129 - Promenade along which rich people park their boats and watch the
people drool

6141 - View from the castle

6149 - At the end of our walk around the island. I swear I have my collar popped
to protect my neck from sunburn, not because I think it's cool.

6151 - perfect day

6157 - "Wait... that's what hake are???"

6181 - us watching the sun go down

6184 - just before the sun went behind some clouds to set

6195 - Hvar town is really nicely lit at night

6215 - more night shots

6237 - Super-cruisers... I have a dream...

Monday 6th July - Bol + Hvar

The shower in our hotel room is the most bizarre shower I've ever seen.
As well as the main shower head ti has like 6 other mini shower heads
that come out straight at your body, and then another shower head on a
hose attachment for roving duties. No matter what we did we couldn't
even get the main shower working, and getting the others to work in any
sort of connected pattern was a skill assumedly only mastered after many
hours spent playing with this contraption. Regardless, we managed to
have succesful showers.

We decided this morning to go and check out the tourist site in Bol,
which is their little chapel and town cemetery, on the way we saw
various bits of graffiti that reminded us of home (see picture below).
After having a poke around up here and not really finding much of
interest, we decide to go for another swim at the Horn. This is all the
way at the other way of the island, and on the way it starts to rain.
It's still pretty stinking hot, so we are trying to work out what is the
best course of action. I decide that since it's going to take us half an
hour to walk there anyway, we should start walking and see what happens
in that time.

As luck would have it, the rain passes by the time we reach the Horn and
we spend another hour and a half alternately swimming and drying off.
Plus we learned that "no nudity" obviously doesn't include the top half
for females.

We finish up at the Horn, then slowly make our way back towards town,
but are drawn in by one of the smaller beaches and spend some more time
swimming, plus me experimenting with taking photos of my feet (see below).

All too soon it's time to gather our belongings and head to the next
island (it's a tough life) so we grab our bags and head down to the port
and catch the ferry across to the island of Hvar. We are landing on the
north side of the island of Hvar, in a town called Jelsa, but are
staying on the south side of the island, in Hvar town itself.
Unfortunately we discovered yesterday that the buses weren't running
after 2pm, meaning we would have to catch a taxi across the island -
catching taxis in unfamiliar places is never a good idea as they can
take you whichever route they want and pretty much charge you what they
want. Luckily the guy we speak to at our hotel arranges to come and pick
us up and drive us across the island for a very reasonable rate, which
works out extremely well.

We land in Jelsa, and find that it actually looks like a really nice
town - we had heard it was boring compared to Hvar town (which it
probably is) but is still quite a nice little spot. We will go back
there one day. We meet our escort with no problems and the drive across
the island is done in about 30 minutes. We drop our bags in and proceed
to exploring.

Initial impressions of Hvar town are not fantastic, until we realise we
are not actually in the main town yet, just on the outskirts. We turn
the corner, and there are the palm trees, the super-cruisers, the old
town buildings, and the throngs of people. Here is Carpe Diem which is
apparently some famous night-club, we're a bit too old to be down with
that sort of stuff though. We have a good walk around the town and are
loving it more and more.

We find a very reasonably priced seafood restaurant, and soon find out
why. I order spaghetti with prawns, and sure enough spaghetti with
prawns comes out... with the prawns still in their shells. So you have
to pull them out of the sauce and pasta, rip the shells off, then put
them back in with your main meal. It's very DIY, and I would gladly have
paid a bit extra for this to be done for me BEFORE it was cooked and
boiling hot. Luckily Celina once again rescues me from fumbling about
too much.

Aside from the DIY component, the meal is quite good. We finish and
start off on a stroll around the coast of the island, but don't get all
the way around as the light is fading. We will definitely make it all
the way around tomorrow though.

As night falls, Hvar really becomes a party town. The main town is
really well lit at night and we get some good photos before heading home
for the night.

6027 - Bizarre shower contraption

6031 - No words necessary

6032 - A little taste of home

6041 - Bol coast

6046 - Bol coast, but closer up

6052 - clear water at one of the smaller beaches around Bol

6075 - I think I'll make this my desktop and dream away...

6076 - Hrmmm...DIY prawns

6091 - Nice colours just after sunset

6095 - Moon over the water

6096 - The castle on the hill above Hvar town

6099 - tons of boats here

6101- Attempted "arty" shot

6118 - Party town