Split seemed to sense the shenanigans we were contriving and tried to blow us off a bridge as soon as we arrived. The wind was no match for our willpower, but it did make us crack a sweat for the first time in a long while. We knew where we had to be and why we were going there, so it didn't matter that the sun was already gone when we entered the city. In the morning we heard the breeze calling from the edge of our camping spot, piquing our curiosity we went to check it out. On one side we had a full view over the city, but on the other side lay what we truly came for: A leap so long, it allows you to rethink the decision you just made before the seawater shoots up your nostrils. With great excitement and monkey-like nimbleness we flew up and down the cliff all day, embracing nature’s jungle gym. This was the first dive that could make our balls tingle.
But that was not all the balltingling the day had in store for us. In the middle of our mussel cleaning process, a young bright-spirited woman walked right through our cooking grounds and jumped on the ledge. While taking off her clothes she asked: "Is it ok to jump here?" and before we could finish our nod, we heard the splash 16 meters beneath us. Respecting her boldness and admiring her beauty, we made her an offer she couldn't refuse: Belgian style mussels, wine and the company of some likeminded people (us). This majestic creature’s name was Nicole and she told us the kind of stories we like. Our grins grew even wider when we found out two more ladies with the same genes were on their way. When her cousins – Brittany and Ashley - arrived and jumped off with the same nonchalance, we decided it was the right time to get more party supplies (alcohol). It didn't take long until the party got poppin'. With everyone feeling as brisk as the night’s breeze, Nicole and Anton soon were sitting high in a tree as the rest of us finished the wine and went to town.
The narrow alleys led us to a square where many couples were listening to a guitarist setting the ambiance. Seeing an empty dance floor among so many people we couldn't resist goofing off and trying to make the crowd laugh. Instead of our usual reception there was only a lot of murmuring, so we decided to change our strategy and asked our ladies to dance. Being phenomenal dancers, we received applause and our mission was half complete. When the next song came on, we encouraged lovers young and old to join us by dragging them from their seats. When the floor became almost too packed to move around comfortably, we took a step back to look at what we had created and knew this was the start of a truly epic night, which we concluded with some midnight yacht jumping. The next day we took one last plunge before we headed to the ferry towards Hvar, a nearby island well known for it’s nightlife and party culture. We bought our tickets, but had to wait 2 hours before the next one arrived. In the meantime, Nicole and Brittany texted us that their lack of sleep led them to miss their family excursion and were now taking the same ferry to Hvar. So we met up again, got drunk and threw the ferry tickets in the trashcan, opting instead for some more rainy shenanigans at the dockside. Later in the day we headed to town for a drunken dinner while Nicole and Anton found themselves taken to the heights again, this time climbing to the Split rooftops. We each roamed the streets separately making for four different story lines, but that's a tale for another day… After living the American dream for two salty, sweaty, sleep deprived days it was time to split up from the girls without saying goodbye. As the name of the town indicates we also didn’t say goodbye to Olivier for a fickle time as he got a bad case of wanderlust and went to an island. So if you if you are wondering where he is: it's an island called Vis.