ok ... The last blog had us arriving in the beautiful town of Split. But we've split tharr. We're in Hvar.
Sadly, the ferry that brought us to Croatia from Italy was docked in the Split harbor, and with it, came its signature Croad stench wafting over the otherwise beautiful seaside promenade. We've learned that the only way to neutralize the Croad stench is to saturate our clothes in cigarette smoke. It's the Croat way.
We brought along a camcorder with us, and we first attempted to do some hard-nosed video journalism during our night in Split. We approached a few random people and asked some questions about the effect of Toni Kucoc -- a Croatian basketball player who played for the Bulls -- on Croatian culture. We were met with nervous glances, shaking heads, and very incomprehensible English. The project was a terrible failure (though we've got some promising leads on the project from local islanders). Mickey consoled himself by purchasing a "Croat to the bone" tshirt and cutting off the sleeves.
Hvar is really beautiful and we've finally met a few fellow travelers. There are about ten people staying in our house here, including a maybe-up-and-probably-not-coming band from Sweden. We had a big Croatian barbeque here last night, and with no vegetarian options on the table, MOLLY ATE LITTLE CROATIAN SAUSAGES AND LOVED THEM. They were a true delight.
We went out with the hostel people to over-hyped club Carpe Diem and siezed the opportunity to finally take the drunk to the next level.
Mickey -- 90% squintage, 10% visibility
Molly -- started a revolution with the Swedes
Sean -- invited copious beard-stroking from partygoers
Today we began our new eating regimen -- The Jesus Diet --- of bread and water.
After an hour hike, we made it to a great crystal-clear beach that was also teeming with naked old ladies. One of them spent the entire day picking up trash on the beach, wearing absolutely nothing. The Croatian way.
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Hysterical!!!! Yo dawg, So glad you got your mojo humor, insights and outta Split and into Hvar. But where are the pictures of the squintage, the Swedes fawning over the Mols and whatever remains of Seany's gorgeous face pre-beard?
Jesus diet? Hummm...is it money, desire to puritfy the soul or plain old story telling?
Miss you bunches and know you will be so different when you return that I am loving the ability to adjust day by day with your musings!!!!
Please post pictures soon!
The BLOG TO END ALL BLOGS has now replace my morning dip into the New York Times. Good work. Glad to see that you have hit your stride and have met fellow travellers. Molly BEWARE of mobile musical Swedes...at least until your birthday! Mick, Sean, I happen to know that Jesus also ate little sausages. Take care of each other...I miss you and love you very much
Molly I bet those little sauges reminded you of the tasty REAL hotdogs Micah and I fed you at the lake that one time. HA HA
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