Yes, I'm in Croatia. I flew into Split from London. It was quick and I had no problems. There was bus waiting to take everyone into the town of Split. I immediately walked over to the ferry building and bought a ticket to Hvar. I knew the ropes having been here before. I only had to wait an hour and then an hour more I was in Hvar.
Hvar has changed greatly in four years. The rich have discovered it with their excessive amounts of money so the prices have gone up considerably. Fortunately they come in July and August, most of them leave in September.
The weather is still warm. It's a good time to come. I could bargain for a room with access to a kitchen for $16. The kitchen is a necessity because the restaurant prices are still exorbitant!
I met a local guy who fought in the war. He said you become an animal when you are at war. He committed atrocities. He didn't tell me what but he had to go to prison for it. He seemed like such a nice guy. He grew up here in Hvar and knows everyone. Many seemed to be his cousins. He took me out and I had a good time. I'm sure he will take me out again. He's good looking but no substitute for Emino.
Yes, Kachi will take me out again but I also met a retired Brit with a large pension. He said he couldn't spend it all so he's been taking me out.
I'm glad to have these diversions along with the great swimming. The water is perfect and feels really clean.
Patrick, the Brit, is leaving tonight. I guess I'll look for Kachi tomorrow. In the meantime I'm going for a swim
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