Split to Split – Motorcycling the Makarska Riviera

Spent a heavenly day and a half on Hvar Island – Hvar Town was cute but I got tired of the tourists and rode east toward the mainland. Saw an apartment-pension sign on the road that pointed down to what I hoped was a beach and three km later landed at a jewel of a guesthouse crammed into a tiny inlet. There was a room available – the others were taken by retired Austrians who were fantastic as was our host who grilled fish for dinner, let me use the kayak, made great turkish coffee, had wine and campari and grappa on hand. Last night he woke us at 2 am to say that the sardine fishermen were just off shore and would we like to go see the catch…wow! Only the women were interested so Jacov loaded the three of us in his boat – no lifejackets I belatedly realized but hey, who am I to complain having just rode a motorcycle in Albania. The fishermen were very excited – there were lights and nets and lots of yelling. Sardines fetch 5 kron normally but in tourist season – now – they get 50.

More later when I can upload my dispatches – now I’m in Split looking around the palace, and headed to Trogir and perhaps beyond, hopefully beyond, today.

Carla