|Start location:||Bus on the wrong side of the Makarska forest fire||[umap id=”11869″ size=”t” alignment=”right”]|
|End location:||Hvar, Croatia|
06:30, on a bus somewhere. Should have been in Split 2 hours ago. We stopped around 03:00 (?) at the side of the road. I figured engine trouble, or driver break, or something, and kept sleeping. Staying on a relatively warm bus was preferable to wandering the streets of Split at the scheduled arrival of 04:30. I didn’t need to be in Split until 08:00.
Finally around 6am I decided to see what was going on – starting to get worried about making it in time to do laundry, and I’m on the funky end of the last pair of underwear’s tour of duty. Looked out the front window just as a fellow passenger, a Brit, said “Um, that’s a lot of smoke”. Walked up the hill a bit, and sure enough: forest fire just north of the town we are stopped in (and, disturbingly, directly upwind of where we’re standing, and it was a fierce wind). Now I’m worried about getting to Split at all, nevermind the underwear situation. And it is so close to town… maybe homes are in danger? Nobody seems upset, though, just tired, bored, cranky. (My new friend and I got yelled at for talking softly, but the guy who had been sawing logs loudly ALL NIGHT was left alone…)
[Got too busy to write more – see the next entry for details.]