Our ferry from Hvar to Dubrovnik didn’t leave until late afternoon, so b/f and I breakfasted in Stari Grad at a café we’d found the day before. Yesterday’s breakfast had been awesome, but this time the tomato was a little off and poor Jess turned green and felt awful. However, I managed not to spew (it would have been better if I had), and b/f and I made our way slowly to the bus.
The trip from Stari Grad to Hvar Town was short but lovely, particularly when we were spat out at the other end into the flashiness of Hvar Town. I resented the huge cruise liners in the harbour on account of what they were doing to the marine environment, though I daresay I am as much to blame as they are for travelling at all.
I still felt crook so had to sit as still as possible for hours until we could finally board the ferry, which was late in getting in to Dubrovnik. I was anxious about our accommodation person waiting up so late for us, though I texted her several updates. When we finally arrived, caught a cab and walked up the steps to our apartment, she was waiting for us. She spoke largely to b/f, assuming he was the one who knew what was going on, which was probably just as well as I was too tired to lipread.
Dubrovnik was very hot and I still didn’t feel 100%, but there were things to distract me. When b/f and I set out the next morning, we discovered a mortar shell sitting in the alcove outside our door. We bought Dubrovnik cards, which gave us entry to places like the Franciscan monastery which had an ancient pharmacy and the most gorgeous atrium full of plants. I was also impressed with the exhibits in the Natural History Museum – little shells encased in glass baubles.
We ventured up onto the city walls, which were splendid. I don’t get vertigo, nor any kind of dizziness because meningitis did something to my inner ear, but even so I was anxious about getting too close to the edge. From the walls we looked out to the ocean, and down onto terracotta rooves. We bought some overpriced sorbet which melted into a sticky pool within minutes, and tried to count all the stray cats we could see. B/f was delighted to find a sticker on the wall which said ‘Where the hell is Burgunperry?’ After stepping down off the wall, we had drinks in a square, listening to performers and singers.
When we got back to our attic apartment, a cat followed us inside. B/f picked him up to take him out, and was bitten. There were fireworks in the city, which we watched from the window above the toilet. Very glamorous.
The next day we thought about visiting a nearby island but we were pretty much broke by then, and too wrung out. Dubronik was very expensive – we had stupidly (at my insistence), eaten breakfast within the city walls, and two croissants, one egg and four coffees had come to 60AUD. So we lay in the airconditioning and read, which was also luxurious, and had dinner in a lovely restaurant with bougainvillea. The next day we had separate flights, but met again in Singapore airport and headed home. After two months of travelling and a glorious holiday I was sad to start work again, but, as usual, soon I had no time to think of anything except the next deadline.