From Dubrovnik, I hop on a ferry to the Croatian coast’s island of Mijet, and it starts pouring! It doesn’t stop save for 5 minutes once I am on the island, so I wait for the next ferry off the island. 5 hours later I am in Prapratno, a coastal village with a dark campsite, and no houses in sight anywhere near the ferry dock. So I walk, and I walk, and I walk. Then there is a house with no lights, but a street light shining over a directional street sign. Prapratno is back where I came from, and Ston is down the road. 5 or 6 kilometers down the road. It is still raining. It is dark. So I walk.
I end up in a bar, the only open thing in this town. Order a beer, and this guy with sunglasses falling off his nose with a cigarette in one hand and his other rubbing his ear starts talking to me. Quickly it is apparent that he speaks English, but doesn’t understand it. As I say I am looking for some place to stay a guy at another table tells me he knows someone, so that is where I go. Turns out it costs way more than I expected, but hey it was still raining. Here is Ston:
Not much to see there. Then I start on my walk to the gas station where the bus stop for Split is located. A man picks me up as the rain starts falling in buckets. Turns out he is an old sailor who went all over the globe, and knows Canadian and French harbour cities, and women, very well. That is when he goes to the mechanic’s, and I stand under a concrete ledge out of the rain, and wait for the bus. 2 and half hours left outside waiting for this imaginary bus pays off, and I am off to Split. I do not stay in split. Instead I go off to Rijeka on the overnight bus. It is still raining!
Have a dryer day!