Jakey Jake

I arrived in Rijeka at about 6pm and i met up with some guys that were on the train and we trundled off to look for accomodation. After walking a few kms, the tourist information sent us back to were we came from, and we found lodgeing in what seemed like a hotel that hadnt been maintained in 30 years, lets just say it was a shithole but nonetheless it was a place to sleep. We hit the town and went to a few bars, one especially nice one was the hemingway!!! i managed to steal one of their menus as a souvenier for mei-ge. The next morning i looked around town but there wasnt a whole lot to see, so i was off again, down to split. arrived in split at 9 or so and was taken to a nice little house where i had my own room and satellite TV… what a dream Unfortunately the weather was terrible so i stayed in, although i had a delicious meal in a little restraunt around the corner… mmmmm seafood walked around town the next day with my brand new 50 cent umbrella…. didnt take me long to realise why it was only 50 cent, the wind was blowing a gale and it turned the brella inside out, breaking a few of the arms… GREAT!!!!! took a few happy snaps and decided i would head to dubrovnik ASAP before i became pneumonic. It was about that time that i realised i had lost my credit card…. SHIT, what a pain in the butt. oh well what can you do??? so looks like ill be on the phone to visa international for a few hours again. On the way down to dubrovnik, which took an extra few hours because of an overturned truck, you could see how heavily the wind was blowing(a la the truck) there were trees blown over everywhere, flooded backyards and schools etc, it was pretty messy. Dubrovnik was pretty much the same way, i managed to find accomodation straight off the bus with a pushy old woman with missing teeth and a lazy eye. But the room was pretty sweet and there were some canadians and an irish guy. looked around town the next day with an american guy john, we walked to the old town where they showed how heavily it had been shelled in the war not so long ago and pretty much all the people that lived in the area lived in the old town. Its pretty scenic, although the weather wasnt that great. We went out that night because it was Dans birthday (the irish guy) and we eneded up at the irish bar, but everywhere was pretty much dead, nevertheless we had a good night out. The next day i caught a bus to montenegro (formerly part of yugoslavia) the bus stopped about 1 hour from the border and i was trying to get to tirana in albania so i could get the bus to athens. the bus driver said he would drive me to the border for 15 euro and a mate of his would drive me from the albanian border to shkodra for another 10. That was all fine and dandy so i went with it. The guy was a bit dodgy though, stopping the bus right next ot his beat up old merc where he syphoned off about 10 litres of petrol from the bus and put it in the back of his car. Everything worked out ok though and i managed to get to shkodra.