Thoughts of a Nomadic One

Speeding down the street at 85 km/hr on my 150cc scooter, I thought to myself, "I found Paradise in Hvar."

Walls made of stacked grey stones sheltered the grape vines growing from the deep red earth. The magnificent hills, Mediterranean landscape sea and red tile roofs are scenes that I could only imagine seeing in paintings by Monet or other impressionist masters. Neither words nor photos can describe the beautiful landscapes that's been engraved into my mind.

After arriving at on the overnight train from Budapest (more comfortable and less sketchy than Prague-Krakow), I ate a well yearned English breakfast at The Black Cat. The place was recommended by a fellow Canadian who I had shared the compartment with and who had been working in Split for the last 3 months. I met up with some random guys at the Split Hostel who intended to head to the islands and explained to them the recommendations I got from Dave, that crazy Kiwi, to rent scooters and explore Hvar.

It was, by far, the best decision I have made throughout the trip. I've always loved riding scooters around (twice in Varadero, Cuba) and this was an entirely different experience. The winding roads and diverse scenery were incredibly fun to explore on those mopeds! At one moment you can see the green hills dotted with fences of grey rocks and piles of rubble. Then over the next hill you can see the hills set before the beautiful light blue Mediterranean sea. The small towns and grape vine regions were very quaint and a joy to explore.

Though we had to catch the bus to Stari Grad, the ferry on the other side of Hvar town where we landed, it felt like our time on the scooters were far too short. However, our perfect day turned for the worst when the bus was filled up to the maximum and 10 of us were left at the stop requiring us to get into a taxi for 40 Kunas each (approx. 6 Euros) in order to catch our ferry!

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Numerous times as I was speeding down the road with he hills and Adriatic sea in my sights, I looked up to the clear skies and closed my eyes for just a moment. When I opened them again, I always found myself in Paradise, my Elysium.