Up at 7:30 on our Russian cruise ship and after breakfast hung around on the upper deck and relaxed until our lunch of Pepper Steak. My appetite has retuned as after that nasty sunstroke I am back to normal so I appreciated those extra two Pepper Steaks. We breezed through customs and grabbed a taxi into the town to wander around for several hours to find a room and we found a nice one but the bathroom was dirty and there is no hot water but later we discovered there was a hot water heater you had to drop coins into if you wanted a hot shower. It seems Greece and Yugoslavia have the same water problem. After a terribly frigid shower off into the walled city. What a tourist trap. Mom decided to increase my education and taught me the naughty women across the way leaning on the wall were prostitutes. Will the adventures end? Having never seen a prostitute perhaps next time I can point them out? We had a lousy and greasy supper of Goulash and took the Number 2 bus back to our room.
June 21, 1971, Dubrovnik: We had a great sleep and were up at 10:30. I went out to buy some orange juice in a foil pouch with a straw attached to it made by a company called Fructal. It was delicious. The owner of the pension we were saying at offered us breakfast for $1 each. A bit expensive for bread and fried eggs. Instead we decided to go to a nearby beach where there was an entry fee of 14 cents. I bought some bread and ham for lunch at a nearby store which we had at the beach. More cold water! We were back at the room at 3:30, changed and went to a café on the roof of a department store. The quality of the goods at the department store were poor. A clerk was rude to Mom. She does not like the people of Dubrovnik and finds them rude. We headed out to a café and someone tossed a cigarette butt out of a window that landed on my lap and burnt a hole in my pants before I noticed it. Maybe Mom is right about the people here? In a way they did me a favour as I hated those pants.
Photo: Samantha Train