Between the cobbling of the river and chirping of birds, there were sounds of kittens fighting over last night’s leftovers and a local chopping wood. We slidfrom our hammocks into the cold mountain stream running between our legs. This serene environment called for some duties we had been putting of for some time. While Stef patched up torn clothes, Anton was tending to his cuts and Oli, whilst foraging for walnuts,figs and other treats of nature, encountered our fisherman a little downriver. “This spot is perfect for hooking trout, but not even a nibble, man!” Yuri grunted. To which Oli cheerfully replied “Haven’t you learned? Fish don’t follow the rules. There is another purpose for this waterfall, though.” Stef and Anton heard a familiar whistle from a distance, glanced at each other, dropped everything and hurried their way over.
When the water fun was over, the four of us agreed vacation had to come to an end and it was time to get the counters ticking again. Forty-eight hours later and having crossed three borders (Bosnia – Croatia – Bosnia – Croatia), we finally reached King’s Landing. Upon arrival in Dubrovnik, our tires were hot and our stomachs empty. We cursed at the Old Town’s infrastructure as we were running late for our pizza party.
The next day we gave Old Town a chance to redeem itself. We caught a glimpse of it through the massive crowds of sheep following their guides but escaped the madness by slipping into the alleyways is search for a little place our American friends had recommended. We strolled along the outer walls, looking for a small gap that gave a view of the ocean. After climbing too many steps and drenching our shirts in sweat, we found a door that met the description, walked through and stumbled upon some cliffs that provided a refreshing dive.
Dreading the way back through the mass of tourists, we searched for a shortcut and found a scaffold to climb up the walls as our way out. Having thoroughly scouted the area, it was now time to plan Yuri’s walk of atonement. The script was written, the necessary preparations were made, but we still lacked an audience. Courage was found in liquid form and we went into the Old Town to look for companions to help us complete this challenge. Unfortunately, the circumstances didn’t allow us to walk the walk. When the sun started rising, we gave up and hit the sack with mixed feelings.