We awoke this morning and tried to figure out how to dry our clothes. Having used much ingenuity figuring out the washer last night, we could not figure out the dryer. After a quick consultation with the owner we discovered this was because the dryer did not work. This delayed our departure for Split as we waited for the landlord to dry our clothes in her industrial size dryer.
As it happened there was no need to hurry for a bus to Split as there seemed to be one every hour. The bus to Split that we eventually got on was in no hurry either. It was over-crowded from the beginning. Thanks to Jess's smarts we had seats for the whole of the journey but for large parts of it Robin had fellow passengers' asses or elbows in his face.
We were happy to reach Split and after reaching our hostel we dined on a great meal at great value at the hostel owner's recommendation. The queue waiting to get in as we left got us thinking that this place is no big secret of the backpacker set.
We finished the night with a great view. Spotted by Jess, we entered a small door, climbed some stairs and found ourselves perched high over-looking the Riva, Split's main waterfront strip. We were on a tiny balcony built into the walls of Diocletian's Palace and got to enjoy the view and the buzz of the night while sipping our drinks.
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