Sweaty, salty, tired, ...
Today we leave Hvar and make our way to Dubrovnik.
We spent the morning hung over at the beach; last night we had much better luck finding a party than we did on Saturday. We drank beer in the fortress above town, had pizza and pasta at a little restaurant, tried Doktorica and Medica at the Terrace Bar and listened to The Smiths lynch the DJ.
We danced in a sweaty little place named Kiva until closing; Ewelina was popular with the guys - and so was I. When Kiva closed, we fled.
Thus, a morning hung over at the beach. Ewelina sunned herself while I idly dipped my feet in the waves. I swam.
Now we are on the ferry back to Split, anticipating a few hours on a bus to Dubrovnik.
It is hot. So hot... that bus better have air conditioning.
Sweaty, salty, tired, that's us. But happy.