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Monday, April 11, 2011


We didn't dock in Split; we had to wait for tender boats to take us ashore. One of them broke down, so the majority of the people on my tour were left waiting on the ship staring at this view for forty-five minutes, wondering if this was going to turn out to be another Gibraltar.

The tender finally came, but as one group after another was shown to their bus and we were left standing on the quay like jilted brides, it became obvious that our bus wasn't there, that it had left without us.  After a series of negotiations rivaling the ongoing Congressional budget battles in length, we were loaded into another bus and told that we'd catch up to our tour later on.

It wasn't an auspicious beginning, and it didn't help that the tour guide we ended up with was not only a repository of dull facts straight from the Guillermo playbook, but she kept promising wonderful things to come later in the day "but that will just be for my group."

By the time we got to Trogir, a charming little town where changing tour guides and itineraries left us with only half an hour to look around, I was starting to feel like Cinderella's Croatian stepsister.

And it turned out to be the best port and best excursion on this cruise.

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