Monde de Mon: Thursday - Beach and Sunrise

The next day we went back to the beach from Tuesday, and chilled there for most of the day... the boys decided no banana that day, but that they wanted to ride on the 'biscuits', which I confused for hunger but in fact meant what we Canadians call 'tubing'. They seemed like they were having a blast until the first time they fell off, at which point all of them got either welts or rope burn or worse. I still managed to get some nice shots and video from the boat.

We spent a lot of the time on the beach dicussing the accents, and trying to guess the nationality of hot girls on the beach (what a fun game for Jules and I, really). We also analyzed the relationship between the 3 boys - it's like they have their own language, and are all the closest friends I've ever met. They call each other Manzo, but depending on the way you say it, it means some other guy. Jules christened me Monzo, which I thought was funny but the guys didn't really pick up on it (elitist!).

We got back, and with the fam leaving for Split on the 8am bus, we decided to party on our last night in Dubrovnik. I was taking the bus to Split with them, and then catching my flight from Split to London on Friday afternoon while they ferried it to Hvar. Again, we got nice and ready and went to party in a quasi-gay club near oldtown. Heather and I danced our asses off, which the rest of the peeps went to the chill out room.

Eventually I got tired, and Forde took over my spot for me while Dan showed his pop-and-lock skillz. That's Dan on the left, Heather sandwich and Forde on the right. Josip, Ivica's brother who doesn't seem like he goes out that much (but danced his face off) is hidden on the left.

We left the club around 330am, and went back to the hostel to enjoy the last night and watch the sunrise from the terrace. It took some waiting, so we talked and watched Forde drag his tired butt home at 5am, wake up Mama with his talking and eat some food before having to go pack.