Dubrovnik
I didn't think Dubrovnik was all that great. Maybe my expectations were too high after hearing from everyone I know that it's AMAZING and the view from the walls is incredible and all that. I agree about that. But the rest of the city is tiring to get around in without a car, and food and accommodations are overpriced and not all that great. There aren't many bars or clubs either-- mostly just extremely expensive fish restaurants. If I could do it all over again I'd probably have stayed just one night.
I also met a British couple who had biked down from Slovenia, and they agreed that Dalmatia just wasn't as beautiful as it was cracked up to be.
I met a British guy on the ferry and we ended up getting a place together because absolutely no one wanted to rent to just one person. I was really shocked, especially since this isn't even the high season. After getting to the place he collapsed with some kind of flu/tuberculosis/tonsilitis or something and didn't move for the next two days except for tea. Oh, except he did manage to get up to the walls, which is how I have that picture of myself.
I searched around in the old town for the synagogue (supposedly the second oldest in europe), but couldn't find it. I went to see the local folk dance troupe-- pretty darn good. I have short videos if anyone wants to see. I with I'd recorded it because the singing was amazing, and it's the only folk music I've heard since Serbia.
At night I ended up at the Irish pub, which was where all the tourists were getting their drink on. I met some nice French guys who appreciated the chance to practice English. I made sure to taunt them about Lance Armstrong (ze are all doping! Arr! Was all they could say).
I also went swimming on a little beach (down about 5 billion steps) with had a cave you could swim into.
Finally I got the heck out of Dubrovnik on a bus to Montenegro.
I also met a British couple who had biked down from Slovenia, and they agreed that Dalmatia just wasn't as beautiful as it was cracked up to be.
I met a British guy on the ferry and we ended up getting a place together because absolutely no one wanted to rent to just one person. I was really shocked, especially since this isn't even the high season. After getting to the place he collapsed with some kind of flu/tuberculosis/tonsilitis or something and didn't move for the next two days except for tea. Oh, except he did manage to get up to the walls, which is how I have that picture of myself.
I searched around in the old town for the synagogue (supposedly the second oldest in europe), but couldn't find it. I went to see the local folk dance troupe-- pretty darn good. I have short videos if anyone wants to see. I with I'd recorded it because the singing was amazing, and it's the only folk music I've heard since Serbia.
At night I ended up at the Irish pub, which was where all the tourists were getting their drink on. I met some nice French guys who appreciated the chance to practice English. I made sure to taunt them about Lance Armstrong (ze are all doping! Arr! Was all they could say).
I also went swimming on a little beach (down about 5 billion steps) with had a cave you could swim into.
Finally I got the heck out of Dubrovnik on a bus to Montenegro.

2 Comments:
Ana, where is that picture of you on the walls? I'm having trouble finding all of your pictures. PK
I'm working on it.
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