Down on the promenade (which is an example of the modern reconstruction taking place), the last day of the Croatian Boat Show was in full swing. Not perhaps my normal way to spend an afternoon, but certainly a relaxing one, sitting in the sun and looking out onto the the Mediterranean. The boat show meant big yachts, rich Europeans and the music of Kanye West being pumped out across the promenade; again, an interesting contrast to the Roman walls behind.

The hostel I was staying at was fantastic, and it was good to be around other English-speakers again. (I even met a group of students from Connecticut!) It was, however, down a tiny , little back street and up a fairly wobbly flight of stairs; and opposite was a building that, if the signs were to be transliterated, was a less than reputable business. I am sure this was not the case, but such are the problems of trying to survive with an alphabet you only half understand.

My second day was more lazy - it was so hot that even though I tried several times to go for a walk, I failed in my efforts, so I eventually gave in and sat for most of the afternoon in different spots along the waterfront, exploring a couple of parks and new streets. I had to get to bed early as my ferry left the port at 7am the next day, and so I found myself again leaving a beautiful city behind and heading off into the unknown.