Arriving to Split! Where the cocktails are cheap.
An eight hour train trip from Zagreb to Split marked my first bout of motion sickness. The track was so windy, and I guess made worse because I had been staring at a laptop for a good five hours. I was relieved to arrive in Split to stand on ground that wasn't rocking from side to side and Jess and I were both so excited for our sailing trip to begin the next day. We discovered Split was a cool little seaside town, marked by Roman influence. We grabbed our gear and exited the train station. It was only when we began navigating the route to our hostel that I suddenly realised I was short of one thing, my leather jacket. Now, this leather jacket is very important to me. Stand by for the massive segue: I bought the jacket during an eight day Turkey tour in 2010, which included Anzac Day in Gallipoli. The tour was with my sister, her husband, and my mate Ange, I remember we'd had a massive night in Kusadasi prior to...