Still blown away from our time at Gromin Dolac we decided to return the very next day! The roads were once again perilous, this time with a pile up involving a truck and a number of cars (including us) soon we were all backing awkwardly in a line trying to let the truck past. Finally we were able to pull over in a good place but a van wasn't so lucky, backing down a driveway only to become hopelessly stuck! We felt terrible for them but there was little we could do with our little car to help, so we continued on our way.
Alas as Aslan said in Narnia, 'Things never happen the same way twice' and we soon found our little cove was invaded by others. However all was not lost as we continued to walk around the rocks (accidentally startling some nudists in their natural habitat at one point) until we found a second much smaller secluded bay right at the end of the little peninsula.
We enjoyed a second great picnic and much snorkeling was had. Necia even found a treasure chest, though only Yannick was brave enough to swim down and touch it (the snorkeling hero!)
After a long day of sunbathing and snorkeling to our hearts content (does life get any better?) we headed off to Stari Grad (literally meaning Old Town) where our accommodation was booked for the night (good old Booking.com). Upon seeing the place I couldn't quite believe our luck! It was modern, large and rather fancy with an outdoor eating area and a barbecue! None of us having any barbecuing experience before, we logically decided to cook our dinner with it.
We headed to the local supermarket, taking in the breathtaking views of the sunset over the beach as we did so, and stocked up for dinner. Although the stock was sadly lacking, we found sausages so all was well.
Getting the barbecue started proved to be a challenge, however Necia performed heroically and was soon our champion barbecuer. Here you can see one of our earlier attempts where we accidentally killed everything with fire. It still tasted good though!
The next morning we headed into the town to properly explore. One of the oldest towns in Europe (which is a pretty good claim to fame in my opinion) originally named Faros and settled by the Greeks it was full of historical buildings and squares. The town was in fact was occupied even earlier in Neolithic times, but of course there are few remnants of this left apart from pottery sherds and the like. Later in the 8th Century the Slaves settled here and it is to them the town owes its name change.
Wandering the town was very pleasant, it was surprisingly un-touristy (as we would find out later all the tourists hung out in Hvar town and seemed to rarely venture away from it) we took full advantage and wandered to our hearts content.
Eventually we headed for lunch by walking around the waterfront until we reached an old restaurant that had once been a Hermitage! Can't beat that for eating surrounded by history.
We tucked into Dalmatian ham (with a splash of good olive oil) and Plavac - a lovely Croatian red wine - while under shade from the beating sun. I've said it before and I'll say it again, could life get any better?
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