Longest 50 km ever

Not much ill happen during the first art of this day. it takes us more than 6 hours to get past the 50 km separating us from the ferry port. We don't have much food and we fast on the way since we come across no food store... Th first ride drops us in a deserted village which drives Judith mad. All this quietness and no soul around is not for her. She sleeps in the shade by the road while i write my journal and hope for a car to get us out of here.
Most unlikely (hehe) a swiss couple drive us out of this, right to the ferry port. They are living in Arau and she is Bosnian and Croatian. They tell very interesting things about ex-Yugoslavia and explain us a little more the existing local tensions between to neighboring villages. They come from old family stories and also from difference in wealth. Some towns had big industry and most people in town owns share of it (remains from the socialist times). So when those are successful again (depends n field of activity), everybody in town is rich. Simple picture of complicated story. They also think everything is getting much better and that most people now wish Yugoslavia never split...
First thing as we get into this town is a nice fat, tasty and rich burek! The ferry ride too hot and too crowded but short.

mmm waiting for something???

We arrive just in time for the bus to Dubrovnik. We figure we lost enough time on Hvar today and that we should get further. We stop 5 kms before Dubrovnik to get a quiet and reasonably priced room. We find an excellent spot with small beach, everything refurnished, big kitchen and... a bathroom! Shower, dinner on the balcony with view on th bay. Wow that feels good!

In front of our house!

The beach

The floating tiered hitchhiker...

We decide to have a quick look into Dubrovnik by night and catch th bus. not enough money to pay but the driver is kind and he probably reminds us since we payed him back on our way back. Dubrovnik is beautiful, besides the main street in the old town, the bars are very warm and crowded, people sit outside on little cushions in the stairs. The town remembers Italy, it is beautiful and i most admit i am quit surprised, i expect the same thing again, like in Kurcula, Hvar, Kotor and so many other old towns around the Adriatic but this is truly something else i appreciated despite the numerous tourists running everywhere...
We catch the last bus home into our comfortable bed. So nice to sleep on something soft again!

The coast