Today was hot. I left the hostel around 9 and cycled the relatively urban route out of Šibenik. Soon I found myself out in the countryside again and freewheeling towards a blue lagoon surrounded by the remains of a wildfire. It was quite a sight. I cycled up through the blackened woods, stopping halfway to eat some doritos and drink a fanta. The cloying heat really saps my strength. I cycled through the hills once again for a while before going down to the coast at Trogir where I again stopped. It looked like a cool town but I wanted to get on towards Split, so I didn’t see much.
The lasy 30km to Split were weird. I cycled around the edge of an airfield where planes were taking off and landing with great noise. Then I cycled on a bumpy, rocky, path through several Roman ruins on the outskirts of Split. Cycling through the new town wasn’t fun, and I got lost several times, but I arrived at the hostel right next to Diocletian’s palace at 5:30.
I checked in and found that Ben was in the same room as me. He’s still suffering from a bad stomach, possibly from drinking water his friend Harry pumped from a graveyard.
I showered. At 7:30 Ben picked up some washing and I gave some in. Soon after we met up with Harry and went for some food down by the port. I got alfredo with gnocchi. It was really good, but I later vomited it up, so thinking of it made me feel sick. We got some pints nearby and some of Ben’s friends joined us. Later he went home and Harry met some of his friends (American Argentinians, one of whom he is in love with), at Charlies bar. I got a LIIT, after which I remember very little. At some point I left, wondered the streets, had some guys show me the way back to the hostel, vomited and in a blocked toilet, then passed out there for hours, where Ben later found me, though I don’t remember that. Bad stuff. The hangover changed the shape of the next day too.
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