Split

Heading further down the Croatian coast, I came to Split. Split is actually quite a large city, and while there are a lot of tourists around, there are also plenty of locals, which give it that authentic feel.

I couldn't find a hostel in Split, so I did what lonely plant suggested and went with the private accommodation. What this involves, is basically getting off the bus, then trying to get the best deal for a room from the dozens of old lady's that rent out one or more of their bedrooms. The place that I ended up going to had three rooms being rented out, while the owner and her daughter slept in the lounge room. It was quite costly at 15 pounds a night, but to get my own very nice room was good for a change, even if the middle man who sold me the room thought I was from Austria.

The palace was just a minute walk from my apartment, so it was very convenient. While its called a palace, its very similar to some other walled old towns throughout Europe, but seemed to be kept in good condition.

I realised how much of a Brit I have turned into when I found a bar one night showing a champions league match between Dynamo Zagreb and Aresenal. It was good though, to see things are the same in every country, with the locals from Split wanting Zagreb to lose, which they did.

Split has one of the weirdest beaches I have seen on my trip so far. Its not sand, its not pebbles...its almost dirt. The water is also very shallow out to about 100 metres out, which I guess is good for kids.

The night life seems to be solid, with everyone getting very dressed up and hitting the fashionable cafes and bars along the shore. Didn't get to experience much of it, but it looked like fun.