Travel Blog: Split with Hana

20.July.2009

No the title does not elude to Hana and I having a fight and splitting…we’re “siblings” so even if we did have a fight, we’d get over it. No the title refers to being in Split (Croatia) with Hana…

I already filled you in on travel/arrival day so if you missed that, go back one post.

Our big plan for the day was to get up and get on the Catamaran to the island of Hvar and check it out for the day. When we got into the massive queue they sold out of tickets for that just before we arrived. So we decided to take those lemons and turn them into lemonade. We tooled around Split itself and took in the sights. Now I’d already been here so I thought I wouldn’t find much to look at or photo, but still I managed to find a bunch of cool new things and new ways to look at stuff. It’s just under 50 photos but some you’ll find interesting.

In the evening Hana cooked bramborak (Czech potato pancakes) for everyone and we shared some salad, chips and such. After dinner we played a few games and then called it a night.

Nope, no clubbing, hard partying or anything like that. Rob did show up at something like 4.45 but didn’t have my number and had to climb the fence and wake up Marijana and Jelena’s father to let him in. Since the hostel was full he was set to crash on the couch for a bit. Of course Fiona was already on the couch…luckily it was a big leather L couch and there was enough room for them to sleep curled up at both ends (as they were when I woke up the next day).

A quick note about the bitch that works in the Ethnographic museum. Get a new fucking job and quit tormenting everyone with your presence at a job that you so obviously hate. Plus, learn more English than “Hey, Hallo, Ticket” in your bitchy tone of voice.

I was wandering around looking at some junk for sale in the museum and she was busy bitching at Hana “Hallo, ticket!” who was trying to wander more than 2 meters from the front desk which had a queue. Then she starts yelling “Hallo! Hallo!” to me for some reason. At first I didn’t know she was talking to me as I was just perusing the junk for sale. But when I looked up she was pointing at me and then pointed to the door which was ajar, then to me again and once more to the door. I gathered that she wanted me to close it in her completely rude and impersonal way, even though we weren’t the last ones that came in. So I did. Then I walked over and said “oh what? you’re glad I closed the door for you? I’m sorry, did you just say Hvala (Croatian for Thank You)? Hvala, hvala…” She was having nothing to do with me so I said “hvala, molim (you’re welcome), molim” and she still ignored me. But the other tourists were more than entertained by it all so that’s something. Eventually, still waiting to buy tickets, I was so fed up with the whole situation I just told Hana I didn’t want to go in…so we left….and I made sure to leave the door ajar. Hey, I was just leaving it the way I found it like my parents taught me.

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