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a travelogue for a solo cross-country motorcycle road trip from Tampa, Florida to San Diego, California in 2008 and an overland attempt from Singapore to Morocco from November 2004 to August 2006
Something I hadn't realized until I started travelling was that Americans are a big joke to the Brits. Case in point is the London Bridge purchase in the late sixties by an American for $2.5 million, thinking that it was Tower Bridge. Anyways, the last London Bridge went to Lake Havasu City, AZ.
Here are Kevin and Emily strolling on the latest London Bridge.
We had two fulls days of exploring London. After the first evening, we realized this: we should have spent less time in Croatia.
A crazy-looking statue of a 10th century Slavic religious leader conjuring a spell.
An hour's ferry ride brought us to the mainland at Split, from where we would be flying back to the UK. It was a large town, but disappointing after several days on the islands, but at least the prices were more reasonable. Split's claim to fame is a Diocletian Palace and cathedral in the old city. It is also a ferry terminal for ferries from Italy, so it is loaded with Italians. The waters unfortunately are murky and dark as you would expect from a busy port. This was unfortunate as the weather was stinking hot. We should have left that morning for the UK instead of spending the night. On the bright side, our dorm room had air-con.
On the hillsides were strange piles of loose rock that may have been used as walls for something. The piles didn't seem ancient and there wasn't any mortar holding them in place.
Five minutes from our doorstep was this great cove. The water was clear and cool. Because of our great room and this cove, we ended up spending four nights in Hvar.
As you can see, the Dalmatian coast has numerous islands which makes is perfect for cruising about.
On arrival to Hvar, we were greetet by several locals with signs displaying "Sobe" which means "apartment". We got an ensuite room with balcony and refrigerator for 250 Kuna ($45) a night.
They grow vineyards and olive trees in Korcula. At a wine shop, we bought some wine out of a cask. The shop even had empty plastic bottles that they could fill up.
Wearing footwear in the water is recommended as there are a few scattered sea urchins lying in crevices and on the sides of rocks.
The waters around Korcula are beautiful and clear despite the boat traffic and large ferry boats.
The beaches around Korcula are basically rocks, which have been levelled with cement in some areas to make suitable places to lounge around. This is probably why a lot of tourists seemed to be carrying foam sleeping pads with them -- basic beach gear in Croatia.
To avoid the costs of eating out in Croatia, Kev and I picnicked out almost every night. In Korcula, we sat on this wall watching the sunset.
This is another walled city, but much smaller than Dubrovnik. It doesn't have the throngs of tourists Dubrovnik sees, so it's much more quiet and nicer. Things were expensive here, of course, but we found a hostel in town.
Korcula's claim to fame is that Marco Polo was allegedly born here, back when this was part of the Venetian Empire.
The prices in Bosnia are almost a quarter of what you can expect in Croatia, which makes it much more inviting; also, there were much fewer tourists.
We had a huge plate of mixed meats which only cost 7 €, which is about $10. This would have cost $40 in Croatia.
This tantilizing display of ice cream is everywhere in Mostar and Croatia, but it's made out of some sort of powder and whipped into this state, as I discovered undissolved lumps in one sample. Still, it's quite refreshing in the summer heat.
You can see the raised stone steps on the steep slope of the bridge.
Daily, brave men in red speedos dive from the high point on the bridge into the icy waters below. They even have a "dive club" in Mostar, next to the bridge.
This 16th century town, named after the bridge ("most") that crosses the Neretva river, has a wonderful old town from the days of the Ottoman Empire. The ivory-colored stones are smooth and slippery even when not wet, so they placed irregular stones in the sloped paths tokeep people from falling.
This bridge is the most famous thing in Mostar. We are headed back to Croatia tomorrow.
We left Croatia after a couple nights and have now headed to Mostar, in Bosnia-Hercegovina.
Dubrovnik's walled city is beautifully rebuilt after the bombing it suffered in the 90's, however, it is crowded and relatively expensive.
Kevin and I caught a flight to Dubrovnik from Manchester, finally ending my week of travelling every other night.
We had a evening in Torremolinos before hopping on a plane to London for Emily to recuperate and for me to catch an overnight bus to Manchester to meet up with Kevin.
Bad lamb couscous nearly killed Emily in Marrakesh, and she had to endure the rest of the weeks' overnight travels with frequent trips to the toilet on a buckling train and on a fast boat to Spain.