I can’t say I have the best memories of Croatia because for most of my time there I was sick. On our first night near the capital I managed to eat something which didn’t go down to well, so on our second day of riding I had to stop often as I felt like either vomiting or having the squirts. Luckily I did neither but there were some times where it was a close call.
We were told the Croatian coastline was amazing but my enthusiasm for enjoying the view was overcome by a desire to share my insides with the side of the road. We did both comment that what passed for beaches were actually rocky patches or concrete areas that you could barely see for people. I don’t think we were impressed.
We spent two nights in a town called Split, where our good friend Caterina (from London) offered to put us up for theÂ couple of nights when our accommodation fell through. Apparently “yes, we want the room” means “yes, we want the room, but feel free to give it to someone else if they get there before us” in Croatia. I needed a break and time to recover and we had been riding quite hard to get here so felt like some chill out time.
Cat went to Croatia to get away from it all, so we decided to help her by making a mess of her apartment with all our gear. Tris’ snoring kept her awake the first night, but lucky for her I was still awake with stomach pains and severe heartburn to keep her company. I’m sure she relished our farting and burping, crude jokes, indecision, mess and general boyness. What better way to relax than with friends.