One of the best things about being in London is how often you can say 'lets go somewhere' and then you do. So Zee and I went to Croatia for a week. We sailed up and down the coast on a boat filled with Australians for a week. A fairly phenomenal week. I was so upset to get back! Here is how it went down... Previous Days Day 1 - Split + Hvar Day 2 - Trstenik Day 3 - Dubrovnik Day 4 - Miljet Day 5 - Korcula
Day 6 - Makarska
Makarska. Makarska was one of the more built up places we went to. They has this massive, seemingly endless (actually, it was just circular) market. It sold a lot of random things, clothes and pirate gear. Which was well interesting, because it seems that every week they are out there, Sail Croatia does a pirate party. Go figure.
Once you're through the market, on the other side there's a pebble beach, where every square inch is PACKED with people. After enjoying the relative emptiness of the rest of Croatia, this was fairly unthinkable and I was amazed at how many people were there. Even more so when I realised that to counteract the pebbles, people had bought down and blown up massive air beds. It was so bizarre.
So, while we'd planned to go swimming, it wasn't going to happen. Instead we signed up for a discovery dive. I never liked the idea of being further than I could swim by myself underwater. The idea of being underwater for any stretch to time seemed... unnatural. Which is why up until now I had zero interest in going diving. I know there are pretty things down there, I know there are amazing things to be seen. But I'd much rather see them from the surface with my snorkelling gear, thanks.
Except, Zee wanted to go. And with his big blue eyes he somehow managed to convince me that I should at least try it. I hadn't done it before, true. And despite all my instincts saying no, you do not want to go diving I said yes. So we went diving. It was just as unnatural as you'd think it is, and trying to remember to breathe with the bubbles in your ears, the slow moving everything and the unnerving sense of panic as you realise you're SO FAR DOWN was, well, less than fun.
It was fine, but I didn't love it. *shrug* I prefer my extreme sports fast, like snowboarding, or wakeboarding, or kitesurfing, with the high provided by adrenaline, rather than anxiety. I might pass on doing that again.