Category: Destinations
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Partying In Pag
The bus ride from Zadar to Pag reiterates my love and obsession with Croatia. It’s breathtaking. The mountains and countryside on my right and the ocean on my left. The bus stops at Zrce and I have to take a smaller bus into the town of Novalja where I am staying. Pag- the Ultimate Party…
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Conquering Challenger Point
Quacking ducks blast me awake at 4:19am. (That alarm sound never gets old.) I’ve been filled with anticipation since we drove over to camp at the Challenger Point trailhead, but I wake slowly. Carly and Ryan seem to be on the same page. It takes us a few minutes to actually rise out of the…
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Zadar and Nin Croatia
Where’s the Tequila? Yikes. I made it to Zadar, but the bus station is pretty far from my hostel. I didn’t get the chance to look up how to get there while I had wifi! After walking for almost a half hour, I finally make my way through these old stone entrances to old town…
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Sibenik and Krka National Park
Death I wake up at 10am feeling like death. Rico pops up from his bunk with his signature grin and laughs at the look of me. He knows I am a wreck and offers to help me find my bus (God, he is an angel). I pack in such a rush that I accidentally leave…
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Sydney: Morning Bounces with Kangaroos
Wednesday, May 24th I’m mentally crying as we land in Sydney. It’s 6:45am and the sun is turning the horizon neon pink-orange. The color bleeds into the ocean as I catch the first sight of land. It looks jagged and jungle-y and—STOP THE PLANE—like it’s about to be my next adventure. The flight over couldn’t…
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Split
Getting acclimated in Split After getting off the ferry, I have a hard time finding Kiss Hostel. A lot of the hostels were already completely booked, including the hostel I had stayed at last time I was in Split, due to Ultra Europe. I ask a random girl working at a gelato stand, and she points me…
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A Nightmare in Hvar
I hope you’re ready for a story about Hvar I have struggled with this post for a long time because my friends and I were concerned about our safety. We were also afraid of looking stupid or of people putting the blame on us. I would get so mad at the thought of people thinking…
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Dubrovnik
I finally made it Dubrovnik’s airport is really small (I breeze through passport control in under 15 minutes). I turn on my phone to try to figure out how to get to my destination. I get a text in French welcoming me to Croatia but my data isn’t working… I’m so pissed. I basically threw…