Bikies - Part Two
Because we didn't rent the scooters until 11 yesterday morning, we didn't need to return them until 11 this morning. What joy! Where else could these little wonders transport us? Well for a start we had to go to Jelsa, a harbour town about 10 minutes away to fill the tanks with benzine to return them.
We set off at 8:30 in a bikie caravan - of sorts, or maybe just in our imagination. Certainly not grunting engines, more whining, but indulge us please.
We were told that there were some beautiful beaches on the opposite side of the island, so having no real idea of where we would end up, we whined in and out of little villages - Chris, Nikki, Jack and Jenny on the same bike, and me.
Checking the rudimentary map that we had found, we could see that there was another tunel, (you realise of course that I'm using the Croatian spelling - just in case you thought I couldn't spell - just thought it would flavour our experience for you) - just that this tunel was different from yesterday's one in that it was only one lane, and controlled by traffic lights.
We waited and waited, the four scooters threw themselves into the darkness (and, yes, we all removed our sunglasses). Then wound our way down a steep hill, approaching the sea in quick increments, until we tumbled onto Zavala Beach - stunning little pebble bay, gin coloured water (obviously blue gin - where on earth does that saying come from) and then lay in the sun. First real opportunity really. We could have fallen asleep there, but the bikes needed to be back by 12 (I know I said 11 but I called the rental guy and bargained).
We chatted to the guy at the konoba - 'you came through the tunel? you didn't see the sign? The police could fine you! People have died'.... Ooops.
The fact that I am writing this is proof that we got back safely, even though our shoulders were a little tense at the end of the 1.4 km long x 2.3 m wide and 2 m high tunel - described as looking 'as though it was dug with a teaspoon' by the konobar. Notch that one up as an experience!
I almost imagined that the police would be waiting at the other side - and indeed there was a sign there, very subtle advising that although motorbikes could go through, scooters and cycles couldn't - note to self for next time.
We set off at 8:30 in a bikie caravan - of sorts, or maybe just in our imagination. Certainly not grunting engines, more whining, but indulge us please.
We were told that there were some beautiful beaches on the opposite side of the island, so having no real idea of where we would end up, we whined in and out of little villages - Chris, Nikki, Jack and Jenny on the same bike, and me.
Checking the rudimentary map that we had found, we could see that there was another tunel, (you realise of course that I'm using the Croatian spelling - just in case you thought I couldn't spell - just thought it would flavour our experience for you) - just that this tunel was different from yesterday's one in that it was only one lane, and controlled by traffic lights.
We waited and waited, the four scooters threw themselves into the darkness (and, yes, we all removed our sunglasses). Then wound our way down a steep hill, approaching the sea in quick increments, until we tumbled onto Zavala Beach - stunning little pebble bay, gin coloured water (obviously blue gin - where on earth does that saying come from) and then lay in the sun. First real opportunity really. We could have fallen asleep there, but the bikes needed to be back by 12 (I know I said 11 but I called the rental guy and bargained).
We chatted to the guy at the konoba - 'you came through the tunel? you didn't see the sign? The police could fine you! People have died'.... Ooops.
The fact that I am writing this is proof that we got back safely, even though our shoulders were a little tense at the end of the 1.4 km long x 2.3 m wide and 2 m high tunel - described as looking 'as though it was dug with a teaspoon' by the konobar. Notch that one up as an experience!
I almost imagined that the police would be waiting at the other side - and indeed there was a sign there, very subtle advising that although motorbikes could go through, scooters and cycles couldn't - note to self for next time.
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