After 4 weeks, flying 13,000 km, travelling 4000 km on trains and buses, and walking 290 km through 11 countries and 15 cities, we have hit the half way point, and suddenly morphed from travellers to holiday makers in just over two hours. We arrived in Split.
We are here for five nights, in holiday mode, and that pesky tour director who is always telling us to set the alarm at 6am to make that darn train in his oh-so chirpy voice is having a few days off. There is nothing (read – nothing) on our schedule until next Tuesday.
Maybe we’ll go to the beach. Maybe we’ll spend all morning at the coffee shop. Maybe we’ll paint each others toenails. Ah, the possibilities.
Thanks to that chirpy voice having one last crack, we partook of the all-you-can-eat-and-all-you-can-steal breakfast, and then caught the 9:30 bus from Plitvice Lakes to Split. A luxury bus – double decker with two drivers and a toilet. The radio was tuned to the greatest hits of the 80’s (‘Sweet Dreams Are Made of These’), and we sat back and enjoyed the view until we reached the outskirts of Split when the radio burst forth into a Croatian version of ‘We All Live In A Yellow Submarine’, and the bus driver thanked us eloquently and profusely for the patronage – “Split. All Off. Thanks. Bye.”
Walked to our apartment, and settled in for the next 5 days. 5 days without moving means that we can buy raw ingredients and cook, which is what the chef extraordinaire proceeded to do. Watched the Buffalo Bills get hammered in a pre-season game. You can’t escape their misfortune even in the middle of Europe.
Our Luxury Bus
Split Apartment