Stari Grad Krk

We packed up and headed to our overnight train for Krk, Croatia! Krk is the biggest island in Croatia and I landed us a free place to stay since my aunt knows the lady that owns this apartment. I had been here before, maybe three years ago.

We got a sleeper train, which has beds. They’re tiny beds and I kept a backpack on mine so there was very little leg room for me. We arrived at about 10:30 in the morning, converted our moneys to Kunas ($1=5.23; 1Euro=7.13). When I ordered breakfast in my native language the waitress had a hard understanding me and I actually felt embarrassed by that. I mean, I only really speak the language at home with my parents – sometimes with their friends and other relatives. But they know that I never went to school in the country so I just learned the language from speaking it. I think part of the reason is also that I feel kind of insecure when I speak it to strangers so I get all shy-ish. *Shrugs* at least I try. And when switching between English and German as well, all my grammarz, and vocabz get jumbled up.
In order to get to the island, we had to take a bus, since it is connected by a long bridge. The shitty thing about this bus is that they didn’t announce the stops. So I got off on the completely wrong stop and didn’t know it for a long time. So we waited for about an hour and were lucky enough to get on the next bus without an extra charge. The confusing part is that the whole island is called “Krk” but there is a town on the island called “Krk” as well… oh well, we got there safe and sound, luckily the apartment wasn’t too far from the bus station. The only shit this is my fucking bag… it’s heavy and on wheels and kept hitting my calves. I had a nice leopard pattern of bruises.

Two of the days here were very lovely, weather-wise. We went to the beach and swam in the sea. I wish I had brought my goggles, and I wish I still had my swimming condition. I used to be a fucking fish. Now I’m like a… Nemo? Eh, whatever, I got to swim here and it felt amazing. The only bad thing is getting a headache. Going for walks around is awesome as well! I wonder how many miles my legs put on this trip. Between Wacken, beach walks in Holland, beachy hikes here, wood walks in Quentel… Woooweee. The last two days, sadly, weren’t so great. It was cloudy and rainy. So swimming was an option, just not a favorable one. The souvenir shops aren’t that great either, just really ghetto…

Oh, and of course more things have to get messy for us on this trip – our apartment’s water system wasn’t turned on. So we filled water bottles at a fountain and used that to wash our hands, dishes, Mexican showers, drinking water, brush teeth… no shower in a few days, but that’s alright. My aunt arrived and turned on the water!
Yesternight we attempted to go to a club... it's called Jungle and it doesn't start hopping until way after midnight. By hopping, I just mean people showing up and standing there. Not many people danced, but hey, I did for a bit. Not the best club experience but it killed a couple of nightly hours.
I just posted three posts because I got some free Wifi outside a bar. This place is crawling with tourists. It's like 10PM here. I think it's time to check my emails! Pictures coming soon, I hope! I just didn't want to carry my external with me.
This place has shooting stars galore! I saw like... ten in less than twenty minutes :)