Hvar and the Eye of the Needle

I really pushed the optimism with this one! Our train Ljubljana to Zagreb showed 22 minutes running late at one stage, and we had 1.5 hour bag drop before flight from Zagreb to Split. Abject TERROR!! With growing tension and a few splits of opinion there were splits in camaraderie but the eye of the needle was eyed, square on and faced, and we made it with -1 minute to spare. The 20 kg bag limit seemed fairly flexible thankfully or maybe the check-in clerk wasn’t so interested? Weird mob these Croats. I haven’t quite worked them out. Landing in Split to store our luggage we followed very vague map directions to a pizza restaurant where we could, for the price of €180, store our big suitcases for six days. The owner led us down a garden path to a concrete shed… hopefully they won’t sell our belongings 😏 but if it works why worry? We actually had arrived two hours early for our ferry but enjoyed not rushing and found yummy grub and tried our first native Croatian ale. Everything moved like clockwork and we arrived in Hvar, the most glorious, ancient, golden city. Such a feast for the eyes but not exactly snorkelling weather in 17° with a light spit and gusts. More hiking up steps to our stone villa which afforded us superb views of the Spanish fortress and the town.

Off and exploring we found the prices weren’t exactly Slovenian and opted to buy ingredients to cook in our modern, sparkly kitchen after a quick aperitif at a lovely cafe. Very much enjoying the late dinners and Eric is doing his best to cope with dinner not being at 6 pm. (Old codger!) The night was mild and the heavy scent of climbing jasmine wafted on our private deck.

Two bedroom, 3 bathroom was very welcome to Bill who was on the couch, but very clean 🧽!Read more