Well, this is really crappy. The postal service didn’t send my computer to Bol because they think I owe them some money, so I had to go back to Split for another 3 days. But I met a group of fun Swedes so it turned out alright.
I had to come back to Bol because my computer broke a couple weeks ago in Zagreb and my friend sent a replacement here. On my first night back I listened to a wonderful acapella group who just set up their sound equipment in the main square.
I took a small boat from Bol to Hvar, and stayed only one night, Wednesday, July 4th. Remembering the date I got homesick for Hermosa. But luckily I met and had dinner with some Canadians who were more my speed than the revelers I had met on Bol. (Of course, the Canadians couldn’t completely sympathize with me though. ;-)
And I stayed the night at the pension of a local celebrity. This old man fishes with only a fishing line off the harbor walls – he used to just use his hands – and travel channels take, what he calls unauthorized, video of him and his dog.
I met who I thought were some very cool and beautiful Belgian girls who I made plans with to see the next night. I told them it would be best if they gave me their phone number in case anything untoward happened. Aurelie asked, “You don’t believe me?” I said, “Yes”, and actually extended my stay in Split for her, but she stood me up. Very poor showing on her part… Oh, well, easy come, easy go.