We awoke refreshed at 07:00 hrs. and went for breakfast. We sat down to a liquid toffee drink, several great hunks of dry bread, some sausage meat and a bad egg. A bloke who was working there chatted to us and told us that it had not rained her for five months – how lucky we were! We saw identical twins to the two Dutch bikers and George tapped one of them on the shoulder to find that it wasn’t them! We then had fun re-booking our room for tonight with a bint who couldn’t speak any English.
We then wandered into town and right along the beach until we found a concrete pier to sit on. The wind roared about us, harrying dark clouds to the south. The gusts whipped up the sea in dancing gouts of spray. We sat for a while being entertained by 5 foreign holiday-makers performing on a rock clad only in skimpy swim suits. The 2 men and 3 women struck up classic poses as the wind howled around them. A lovey-dovey couple in the “spring of romance” joined them on the rock clad in dressing gowns. When we got bored of the antics we returned to the town.
The shops were shut so we sat outside a café sipping lovely expresso coffee with cream. The gale hurled spray over the tourists around us and they squealed and squawked with horror. We got chatting to a great old couple who were intrigued by our trusty Honda steeds chained up outside the hostel. They gave us great encouragement and expressed their envy.
We returned to the hostel and had a read and a Pepsi Cola. The two Dutch bikers appeared (just out of bed at noon!) and our English-speaking waiter friend. Misfortune had struck the Dutch – The Honda CX500 had been blown over in the wind and the tent and karrimat had been stolen from their Honda XL500 trail bike. George then washed his clothes in the shower and I pissed about for a while, killing time. We then had a good long chat with the NL riders out in front of the hostel. The pair, a bus driver and a frame maker in his family business, were on a three-week touring holiday. We talked of motorbikes and home affairs, and with borrowed tools, George changed his spark plug.
Later we walked into town again and had another coffee, deciding to give the kino (cinema) a try tonight. When we returned (devoid of the wine we’d hoped to buy as all of the shops were shut tight as a drum) the Dutch had accrued quite an audience for their bike maintenance session. We returned to our room for some sewing and sleep. We dozed and read until 18:00 hrs. when we walked back into town. We returned to the hostel to get some breakfast tickets and walked back into town again!
The sunset was vivid red but the wind was still very strong. We had coffee and some nasty sweet cakes before going to the flicks. It only cost 45 Dinar (30p Sterling) and luckily it was in English with Jugoslav subtitles. The kino was open air and the wind howled above us as we watched John Wayne in “The Shootist”. It was an excellent film and put us both in a good mood. The tempestuous wind is still roaring on our return to the hostel – Lord knows what tomorrow’s weather will be! And so to bed .
We slept well, interrupted occasionally by the tin door of our block banging in the wind. We had a treat of a room to ourselves with 8 bunk beds and a lockable door. The toilets however, were a different kettle of fish! Both were sit down affairs, but one lay uprooted on it’s side and the other looked as if it had been filled to the brim and flushed with a hand grenade. Shit and toilet paper littered the seat, the walls and the floor.
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