Published: July 18th 2006July 18th 2006
I am on the island of Korčula right now.
I am exhausted.
I am sick.
I am crabby as hell.
Maybe it's from spending too much time in the sun (although I've been careful to SPF-it and only lie out in the later afternoon when the sun isn't so strong) and not rehydrating enough.
Maybe I caught one of those "got it on an airline/ferry/other enclosed method of transportation" sort of bugs.
Or maybe, after eight years of university life, the novelty of a passel of inebriated frat boys (or in this case, Aussies) shouting their special rendition of "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling" at 4-fricking-30 in the morning has finally worn off. (Already sniffling, I had gone to bed at 3). This particular group was in the room next to me at the hostel, but since the wooden walls are thin and our respective balconies are about one foot apart, I may as well have been in there chugging Karlovačko with them until the sun rose.
Although I had told the hostel owner last night that I'd stay one more night, I haven't paid for tonight yet, and therefore declined at the desk, retrieved my passport this morning, and got the hell out of there. I still haven't decided what to do. My original intention this morning was just to take the afternoon bus to Dubrovnik (as I had roughly planned in my trip itinerary), but now, after being awake for a few hours and reevaluating my condition - which is completely exhausted and crap-like - I am thinking of getting a private room somewhere and just sleeping all day. Ooh. Sleep. And Kleenex. And pseudoephedrine. That sounds so nice.
Understandably, I will not be posting any photos on this blog entry, unless you want to see a pic of me looking like the living dead or possibly sneaking back into the hostel to pour Karlovačko over the sleeping heads of this morning's noisy revellers. Ha ha. That would be fun.
Told you I'm crabby. The Split and happier Korčula pages will have to be posted some other time. Sweet dreams.