Days 10/11 at Hvar Island

Ok. The Dalmatian Coast tried to redeem itself yesterday!

Once Tony was on the bike, the happy endorphins kicked in and approx 1/2 hr after leaving Dubrovnik the traffic was negligible and wild countryside appeared. Occasional seaside towns emerged that were less hectic than the ones we had seen previously. It was a lovely morning's ride to our ferry that would take us to Hvar Island. Once on the island I was totally delighted to see a small fishing village...very little tourist hype. We stayed at this village for lunch, sheltered from the sun and next to the sea.

We had landed at the far end of the longest island in the Adriatic and Hvar town was at the other end. The first 50 kms was on a minor road, a little bumpy and passing through sad looking villages. Umpteen dry rock walls lead at all angles away from the road. Hard living. The last 50 Kms was on a magnificent, wide, smooth tarmac, mainly descending and heaven for bikers. Our lot got the bug. " Were you a road racer Tony?" Raised eyebrows from me!

Anze said that he had a surprise for dinner. At 6.30 we met in the lobby and walked down to the beach. A small boat was awaiting! We clambered on board for a half hour trip accompanied by 4 bottles of bubbly. Bubbly consumed and we had arrived at our destination, a tiny port. Short walk into the olive grove and a restaurant amongst the trees emerged. Family run, the son greeted us with a history of the house made grappa and then we sat on a long table and were treated to a delicious meal...with Anze even shouting the drinks. A fun night.

So on to today, a rest day. Tony feeling nearly 100%. A lazy start and we walked with the other Aussies through the bush to emerge directly onto the picturesque harbour. A lovely stroll called for a coffee break and then we went our separate ways. I enjoy walking the back streets and observing how people actually LIVE in these lively towns. Hvar had been a quite prosperous entity, going by the number of churches and monasteries in the town. The old town is built on hills flowing to the port so there are many picturesque and steep alleys. Lavender is the souvenir pushed in the stalls. Apparently it is the islands signature bush, but I have yet to see it growing widely.

We were told that the day may be wet but it really only sprinkled, raising the humidity. A lovely lazy day and we are meeting some couples for a wander back to town for dinner.

Wide valley with intensive crops grown.

Awaiting the ferry.

Hooray for small villages!

...and freshly cooked lunches.

Short walk after breakfast to the harbour of Hvar Town.

Pity that I do not want any!

Keeping elderly residents fit.

The Beautiful People meet original Hvar.

 

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