In Croatia, Part I

So, on the 7th I rode that bird back home. On the 8th, I met my first ill fated relationship, on the 9th I took a ferry with Hamilton-Rose family to the island, on the 10th I had my first proper swim. On the 11th I looked on as Michal's spirits lifted, on the 12th, he and Justin were floating in that sea. On the 13th we took an orange beetle around the island, a wasp almost stung Michal's pee-wee, but Justin saved the day. On the 14th we spent an hour drinking coffee in Biliba, like everyday. On the 15th we got stoned, on the 16th I admired Michal's beautiful mouth. On the 17th we took mopeds to the shark beach and met a New Zealand James Bond. He was a pain in the arse. On the 18th Micha left and I cried a bit for reasons unknown. On the 19th we found a visitor at the front door. On the 20th we swam all day, and on the 21st we left Vis.