So Monday night after being the Hard Kids, we were pretty exhausted and decided to chill on the terrace with some food and wine, and watch a chick flick. A big group of us all tried to chill watching The Holiday, but the movie turned out to be so crappy that we couldn't last through it. I ended up passing out, but some of the group went down to the beach, and then ended up sleeping in the next day.
When we finally got ready on Tuesday morning, Dan, Jules, Simon and I wanted to head down to a nicer, sandier beach (they're all rocky there) by old town. Dan had to return his scooter, so we ended up deciding to meet at Ploce. When Jules, Simon and I got downstairs, there were these 3 Aussie guys, who were staying on the ground floor, who were right about to leave on the scooters that they just rented. Jules started talking to Ryan (one of the guys) and it turned out they were looking for something to do. We each hopped on the back of their scooters: Jules on Ryan's, Simon on Forde's (a.k.a. Daniel) and me on Matt's. I was, once again, on a scooter after swearing them off the day before. Matt, whose name I didn't even know at the time, decided it would be fun to go about 70km/h downhill with me wearing no helmet... I tried not to be a girl about it, but all I heard was the wind in my ears and the screams in my head once more. At one point I think I screamed outloud, at which point he remembered that a girl was in fact on the scooter with him and slowed down.
Anyway, we managed to get lost and separated right before we got to the beach, so poor Matt kept dropping me off on the boardwalk to look for my friends while he went to look for his Aussie boys. After some time, we decided to give up and go to the beach ourselves, and turns out Jules, Simon and the crew were there already. We all chilled and tanned (especially me, since it was my first time on a beach in Croatia), and of course had a few rounds of drinks from the beach bar. The boys made fun of my one piece suit, and now think that all Canadians are uptight girls who won't wear bikinis. (I figure that's better than the alternative of thinking that we're skanks, but whateves.)
I went to return the glasses, and as I got back the boys had gotten lifejackets for all of us and decided we were going to get on the (duh duh duuuuuh) .... banana. Given that my last trip on some inflatable thing behind a boat resulted in my lifelong (up til now) phobia of water, needless to say I was TERRIFIED. Of course, I couldn't show my fear in front of the aussies (literally all of them) so I tried to pull Jules aside, woman to woman, to tell her. She laughed too. I had to save face, especially after the one piece episode, and went on. After 30 seconds of absolute fear, screaming, and the boys trying to knock each other off the damn thing, we all flipped off with some nice air. And you know the funny thing? It was FUN. I had a damn good time, faced my idiotic childhood fear and managed to bring my reputation up among the group (especially since that one piece they had mocked proved able to withstand the ride and stay on, unlike Jules' bikini. On second thought, the boys were probably not happy about that hahaha)
We finished off our day pretty well, and went back up to the hostel on the scooters (with Simon's and Forde's breaking down on the way, too hilarious) and showered and got ready for the evening. Since the evening before we were rowdy til pretty late, Ivica set up a quiet time at 11pm. We didn't much like that time, so our group and a huge bunch of us from the hostel (among them Trent, Dan, the 2 Sarah's, Marty, etc) decided to head to the rocky beach, separated from the hostel by 3 very long flights of stairs. We also brought some food, but more importantly lots and lots of alcohol. We got there, and just had the best time in the dark on the beach, singing with some drunk locals with a guitar. I decided it was time for a swim, and Jules as well, so we jumped in (brought our bathing suits thank God). Matt and Ryan followed suit, and we all swam together at about 2 in the morning under the stars. It sounds romantic, but it was more just really relaxing and surreal.
Unfortunately, it got cold, and then as soon as we got out Matt was not feeling so well (probably due to the amount of vodka he drank). Ryan and Jules waited and walked with us for a bit, but it was up to me to carry Matt (who is not a little boy) up the 3 damn huge flights of stairs back up to the hostel. I think that was my workout for the whole trip!
Either way, by the time I changed, showered and got to bed it was 6 in the morning, and a night very well spent. Watched the sunrise on the terrace, and headed to bed... a perfect 2nd day in Dubrovnik.
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