6/15: one more day NOT on a bike - Trogir

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Remember the view from the hotel? The day before, Walter and I decided to go down to the beach. Walter actually went for a swim; I just put my feet in the water.

Since the hotel is on a cliff, the lobby is the 5th floor, sleeping rooms on the 5th, 6th and 7th floors, the restaurant is on the 4th floor, spa on the 3rd floor. I don't know what was on the 1st and 2nd floors but we took the elevator down to the beach level and I took an external stairway back up. It was so amazing that I ran down this morning while we getting ready to get on the bus to take a couple of pictures.

Here's what it looked like from the beach.

And here's a close up of the stairs cut into the cliffside. Wow.

Today was a transfer day from Dubrovnik to Trogir, a little harbor town just north of Split. We were joined by two more couples and we boarded a minibus for the four-hour ride north.

The ride was pretty uneventful except that it started raining. Since we were not scheduled to ride, it didn't matter.

We arrived in Trogir, unloaded and headed out for lunch. The hotel is a small facility, perfectly suitable for a one-night stay before our next travel day and a short walk to the historic part of the city.

The old town part of Trogir is a small island with narrow alleyways and a few historic buildings.

We walked to the end of the island after lunch and went into this fort. It reminded me of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. "Go away, English pig-dogs. You wipers of babies' bottoms. I fart in your general direction..."

This is a view of the city and the interior.

This is the channel and promenade.

And the dreaded selfie.

We met up with some of the rest of the group and went to a church. There was nothing about it that I remembered as notable but Mike and I climbed the clock tower. It was pretty hairy.

Here is the view from the top. The harbor.

And the town.

Proof that at least Mike made it.

This was the grate right below the biggest bell. It reminded me of those Batman movies where they fall a couple of stories and then jump right up and keep fighting.

And here is the staircase going down.

Here's what it looked like at the ground level of the old town.

I really like this picture. It is out the bathroom window of the restaurant where we were eating dinner. Right outside the window were a couple of guys, probably on a break, smoking cigarettes.

One oddity: getting to the restaurant restrooms usually required walking through the food prep area.

Dinner was interrupted by live music. We got up from the table to see this procession. The waitperson told me it is a national holiday for St. Ante, patron saint for children and pregnant women.

Next door to our hotel there was a compound with chickenwire on the bars of the fence. Notice the guy on the right edge of the picture. He followed me the length of the property and talked to me. There was a woman in scrubs walking up the driveway on the left of the picture. I translated the sign and it is literally: "group home for adults".