Well so far the holiday has been friggin’ awesome. But Korčula seems a bit like a Portsea or a Sorrento back home. A very affluent small beach town, and they dont give a rats’ arse (I cant find the apostrophe on this Croatian keyboard!). Fortunately after the first day, our stay improved tremendously and I really warmed up to the place. Our B&B hosts were brilliant, and let us sample the local grappa and a really great red.

One thing you simply have to do in your life, let alone Korčula, is rent a scooter and ride around the island. It’s a true La Dolce Vita experience! Korčula can very easily afford you a beach to yourself for the entire afternoon! I hadn’t ridden a motorbike before but the roads are both picturesque and very easy going. The water of the Adriatic, as always, clearer than a nuns conscience on Sunday.

The old town itself is quite small and you could probably do it in a few hours, let alone days. Aside from a few art galleries, especially the Atelier Gallery in the old town, meh its a bit average.

One thing to definitely AVOID is Marco Polo’s house. Firstly it probably has about as much to do with the great explorer as my undies. We found a dilapidated shack down the road with a plaque that looked like it was his real home. Secondly, you pay 15 Kuna to walk up a rikety staircase designed for midgets, that is one corpulent American tourist away from total collapse. Once you get up there, it’s an OK view, but not worth the life and limb getting there. If ever there was a need for a door bitch, it’s right here. You know, keeping the numbers to at least 50 at a time on a stair case clearly designed for half a 15th century midget at a time. But hey! These experiences are what travel is all about…

Food is unfortunately nothing worth blogging about. Despite the initially luke warm locals, it’s a bloody great place to spend a few days. Just not too much more than that.

Next stop Hvar.