Tuesday, 28 August 2012

From 'Hvar to Korcula' with Love


Day 20 (Bank Holiday Monday)

After we packed and were ready to leave we went to say goodbye to Bolto and Mrs Bolto but they weren’t about so we left them a bottle of wine as a thank you for looking after us (well what else do you get a couple who have their own vineyard).

We walked to the bus station to do battle with the Croatian bus network once again.   When the bus arrived it was already full, as it was a little cooler today the world and his wife had decided to take a day trip to Hvar Town.  It was standing room only from Stari Grad to Hvar Town.  The catamaran to Korcula didn’t leave until 6pm so we had a very late and very long lunch to pass the time.

The accommodation in Korcula had been booked through airbnb again and we had arrangements to meet a blonde Russian woman at the harbour called Tatiana who would take us to our room.  When we disembarked from the catamaran I scanned the harbour side and I soon spotted her.  I sidled up to her and said, “Hi, my name’s Whitfield, Mark Whitfield”.  Tatiana replied, “Ah, Mr Whitfield, I’ve been expecting you. Kom viv me for your accomodations”.  I duly followed her through the lanes of Korcula Town and realised after a couple of minutes that I was not James Bond and I’d left Tracey struggling back at the harbour with our cases.

Well, airbnb have come up trumps this time (thanks Craig).  The room is immaculate and all the fixtures and fittings are of a very high quality (they must have some money these Russians).  Tatiana lives in Korcula for 3 months of the year but mainly lives in St Petersburg.

I have to pause here to apologise to my dear friend Cris, ‘Sorry Cris, I didn’t know she was Russian until after I’d booked and paid for the room’.

Tatiana said she would now go and get the ‘secret communications password’ for us.  Great I thought, maybe I am James Bond.  When she returned I realised she was only talking about the passphrase for the wifi.

We went for a quick walk around Korcula Town (the supposed birthplace of Marco Polo) but it was already dark so we couldn’t see much.  Anyway, I have to go now as I need to sweep the rooms for bugs, report to M, contact Felix and meet Q for my consignment of gadgets.  Well, you only live twice you know!


a salad in Hvar Town

 catamaran to Korcula

Our room (sorry, no pants)

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