Brač rhymes with "scratch"
It was after 10pm when Josh and I got to our hostel (funky donkey which by the way is in the middle of nowhere!) to find that it was a rat house with drunk Aussie running around everywhere and people sleeping on top of each other. The place had been overbooked and there were only beds left in the 17 bed dorm. Regardless, we got a good night sleep and were far more interested in the tour we would go on in the morning around the island with Dan, a kiwi working and living in Croatia illegally. Bless his wayward heart.
The next morning we slept in and then headed off with Dan, a couple of Japanese girls, an American, three swedes and a Croatian girl for a relaxed day busing around the island in a Citroen jumper van. We stopped off first at the seaside for some cliff jumping - so liberating ! The water was fresh and salty and you could float for days. On our way to an olive farm and old castle where a woman made her own Croatian form of moonshine, I plugged in my iPhone and we pumped some tunes. Jokingly I suggested Shania Twain but the cutest of the three Swedish boys smiled and nodded his head enthusiastically. My musical choices were a hit throughout the day, everyone was tapping their fingers out the windows and bopping their heads happily. We then went to Vidova Goda, the highest point on the island, and had lunch looking over Bol beach and Hvar island. The surrounding bushes were quietly buzzing with locusts but apart from that there was silence as we dug into our fruit basket.
The afternoon called for more swimming, we wound down the road for half an hour until we found ourselves at Bol, where there was kite surfing, windsurfing, kayaking, pebbles beaches, cool water and gelati and pommes frites to accompany the actions of doing nothing. Perfectly ending the day, we drove around back towards Supetar where we watched the sunset over the mainland, Split glistening in the hazy, salty background.
Josh and I decided to go into town that night to see the little marina, were blessed with a band full of gorgeous young men by the water and a gelateria where I was the first to ask "ficisimo is fig, right?" According to the cute server.
In the morning we left the rat hole and bought our tickets back to Split. Whilst we were waiting I had a nice iced coffee with an even nicer view: a beautiful French guy was on holiday with his parents and sat at the next table over from us, smiling and looking at me. GIVE ME ALL THE ATTENTION PLEASE AND THANK YOU.
