The city of Split has not always been called that. You see, Mr and Mrs Bananana lived happily with each other for a very long time. It was Mr and Mrs Bananana whom founded the city of Split, of course it not being a city at the time. They discovered it when they got over all the trivial arguments among people in the nearby town of Sibenik. Mr and Mrs Bananana, with a desire to live in a town of peace and love, called the city ‘Together’. For decades people flocked to Together to live that perfect lifestyle they had longed for. It wasn’t until Mr Bananana one pearla of a day decided to make him and his wife burgers for lunch. With her nostrils falling into an orgasm of the aroma of a freshly cooked rissole, Mrs Bananana rushed to the Barbie to ask if there was anything she could do to help. He loved his missus so said that she should just sit down and relax. She did so and after a good fifteen minutes, Mr Bananana gave Mrs Bananana a plastic plate with a mouthwatering burger mounted on top. He used plastic plates so he didn’t have to do the dishes; the man was a bloody genius for his time and is still considered a genius to this day. Mr Bananana’s missus took a bite and yelped ! To his dismay, Mrs Bananana spat out a mouthful of the delicious burger and started to yell. “YOU BLOODY FOOL ! YOU KNOW I HATE PINEAPPLE ! YOU NEVER BLOODY LISTEN TO ME, IT’S LIKE IM TALKING TO A BRICK WALL.” Of course Mr Bananana didn’t really pay attention to her rambling as he was hooking into his succulent home cooked perfect burger. Before he knew it, Mrs Bananana had her bags packed and was out the door. For months he waited for her return, but she never showed. Four months after Mrs Bananana left, Mr Bananana used his authority of founder of the town to change the name to Split. And that my friends is how Split became Split thanks to Mr and Mrs Bananana.
The Battlers got here after a bus from Dubrovnik, passing through Bosnia to get there. Upon arrival to Split, we were faced with the heavens opening and rain absolutely pissing down. Besides a slight sprinkle in Valencia, Spain, this was the first time it had rained since leaving Sydney two months ago. It was quite strange that the whole summer we head beaut weather as as soon as September 1st ticks over it turns grey.
We ran through the rain, becoming saturated and lost trying to find our hostel. It has made us appreciate being lost when it’s dry.
Upon arrival to the hostel, in our four person dorm, we were given a complimentary div kid who was actually really helpful at telling Eddie and I facts and information during his eavesdropping sessions.
At the hostel, we caught up with New Zealand Nick who we met in Spain when we were camping for Running of the Bulls. We went and had a couple of drinks and feed with him before having an early one.
Next morning we went to a juice bar Nick knew about and got some healthy into us with fruit smoothies and muesli. Walking around the town, it smelt real bad of eggy fart and Nick, who had been to Split before, said it always does. Would love to know why.
That night the three of us and div kid went on a pub crawl, ninety minutes of all you can drink, whatever you want to drink. We did literally crawl home at various times and then hemoraged waiting to get a bus to Zagreb.
Not just in Split, but all throughout Croatia, I’ve noticed they tend to supply dark coloured toilet paper instead of the classic white. Think about the impracticalities of that.
Split was nice and the Battlers had a good time there. Was great running into a new friend who we met at the start of our travels. Although we are going to Zagreb, it is only to break up the trip to Budapest so in a sense Split was the last city in Croatia for us to visit.
Five countries down and we welcome the sixth with open arms, but not open too much to become vulnerable to those lowlife pickpocket’s