Encounter of endurance .3.

We pulled up at the dock in Split and everyone started getting off. I waited and watched for my bag as the driver started pulling them out one by one and simply dumping them on the ground. My bag was new, I wanted to keep it that way for as long as I could, I'm funny like that. This was obviously the bus station and ferry port, but I had no idea which direction I was suppose to head in. Mild panic consumed me for the first two minutes as I wondered towards the coffee shops lined along the famous waterfront board walk.

My bag was getting heavy, I wasn't used to carrying 15.2kilos on my back. It's just under a 3rd of what I weigh. You see, I'm the shortest member of both sides of the family and to top that, my mothers side of the family are Chinese. And at only a 162cm tall, I suppose it must have been an odd sight - little (in their eyes) Asian girl with a bag that is way too big for her, traveling alone.I wasn't too bothered though, I had other things to worry about.

I felt a back ache coming on, I strode confidently over to the nearest bench I could see, still trying to fool everyone. I needed to look at my map and tip number 1 on an internet website I had viewed said to never look at a map on a corner or appear in anyway lost. I was happy to sit down, the rain had passed but the sun was still hiding behind scattered rain clouds only peeping through for brief moments at a time. It was time to use my LonelyPlant for the first time. It was a 22nd birthday present from Adrian, my ex fiance. He was a thoughtful like that, always thinking of how to make my life easier. The kind of man your mother and all the grandmothers would adore because he's a considerate and generous man, constantly putting others before himself. I flipped through the pages and gathered my bearings. Split is a small town, cobble roads and small  cottages scattered afar. Mediterranean cottages with orange tiled roofs, supported by stone walls painted moonlight white and wooden windows that add that tasteful touch of chic class.I needed to head north and away from the town center and into the boarder of the first neighborhood.

I hauled my bag up, fastened it and headed off in the direction of the hostel.

I've never stayed in a hostel before.