Split sucks...

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View of the main beach-front (smelly-ass) strip of Split.
Ev wanted me to leave it at that.  :)  However, I must explain myself...

We arrived at Split and saw the Adriatic Sea after a fairly terrible time in Plitvice and were pumped with what we saw.  The sea was blue and the houss roofs were red and everything looked inviting.  There was black clouds following us the entire time, but Split was beautiful.  It was hard to determine which was blue-er: the sky or the water.  After a bit of a walk we went up to our hostel.  The receptionist was totally helpful and gave us a map and circled all the cool things to do.  A weird, insane girl came to check in behind us who was half ranting in English, half in Mandrian, that she was wandering the stairs and couldn't find the hostel because it was supposed to be on level 2 and this one was on level 11.
A trippy, Merlin-esque statue behind the Diocletian's palace.
  The receptionist tried to tell her that it's in ROMAN NUMERALS and then entire building has FOUR STORIES and can't she COUNT TO TWO as she walked up the stairs....but it was no use.  The girl was crazy.  The next day she did her laundry for about six hours.  Insane.

It all went downhill from there.  We walked everywhere and couldn't really find anywhere to eat other than pizza slices.  We finally found a place kind of in the boonies that was okay.  We realized later that this was the best service and food we'd have in the city.  Should have enjoyed it while we had it...  For the rest of the night we wandered the streets to find something, ANYTHING to do...but it was dead.  There were plenty of people wandering the streets too....but only back and forth up the hill.
Me and kalin, being happy on the way to the beach (before Ev's accident)
  Apparantly the HILL is the coolest thing in the city.  Yay.  We walked up and down and ran into the same people.  So fun.  We went to cuddle on a bench down by the water, but Ev kept half-gagging because he said it smelled like egg.  I have a poor sense of smell (I call it a blessing) but took his word for it.  And then it started to rain.  Hard.  We were at an old Roman palace, which was actually kind of awesome.  Most other places in Europe would charge to see a place like this, and in Split it was just part of the city.  There were shops and hotels and what we think were BATS SWOOPING ABOUT OH MY I WAS TERRIFIED ABOUT THE HUNDREDS OF BATS SWOOOOOOOOPING ABOUT!!!!!!  Where was I?  Terrifying.  It was just kind of cool to sit on actual ruins.  But it started raining like crazy and everyone scattered.  We ended up turning in early and watching a TERRIBLE show about the dangers of the internet in guise of some sort of CSI-rip off.  Awesome.  But then there was a Denis Leery show about being a firefighter post-911 that we also caught in Plitvice.  You know it's kind of a shitty place when the best thing that happens is a half-decent show on television.  Wheeee!

The next morning we had our eye on finally dipping into the water.  We got our swim gear on and walked out to where the beach was supposed to be.  The "sandy beach" was about the size of our living room and filled with children and men in speedos.  We walked along until we found a fairly flat rock thing that we could lie on and then carefully get into the water.  It was creepy because there were mussels, barnacles, and sea-weed-like plants all about in the water.  Ev was a big pansy baby and made me walk in first.  I was crying that I was destroying nature by stepping on the sea landscape.  I made my way out (slowly) and then saw Ev hopping violently off to the side and then cry about that he cut his foot.  I told him he was a big pansy baby and to come out to where I was, as I was now floating lovely-like in the sea.  He was hobbling out to the bank and started to analyze his foot which ended up being rather badly cut up.  I'm 20% surprised there wasn't bone or muscle to be seen.  It was nasty.  And that's not even taking into account how scraped up his leg is!  Ha!  (sorry... heh heh)  I floated around nicely until we moved along to another beach.  Ev was grumping loudly about his shoe filling with blood (what a big pansy baby,,, ha!  he's watching me type this... Ha!) and we stopped at the so-called sandy beach.  He wanted to go into the water now and I didn't as I wanted to dry off.  But I went in and the waves were now choppy and I promptly cut my toe and ankle.  Yay.  Fucking Split.  DO NOT GO THERE!  Ev played a game called I'm-going-to-swim-out-as-far-as-I-can-and-scare-Kalin that I didn't really dig.  We then hobbled back to the hostel to clean up.  And then....yes...wandered about the crappiest beach town.  I swear everyone clubs, shops, and walks.  That's it.  Boring.  BORING.  We even tried to go see Die Hard 4 because THERE WAS NOTHING TO DO.  We ended up going to a casino (I KNOW!  I KNOW!!!!!) and Ev turned 2 dollars (US) into about 35 dollars (US) but it was more exciting because the money was more like 200 Kunas.  :)  We bought a few drinks and talked about life stuff and had a generally nice night, but it had nothing to do with the town.  Avoid it.  Split sucks. 

We're going to Dubrovnik later today.  It better be better.  It sure as hell better not be worse.
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View of the main beach-front (smel…
View of the main beach-front (sme…
A trippy, Merlin-esque statue behi…
A trippy, Merlin-esque statue beh…
Me and kalin, being happy on the w…
Me and kalin, being happy on the …
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