The Weird Rock Thing

Jutting out from the side of a cathedral is shiny outcrop of stone highly polished by years of shoes slipping on it.  The challenge is to stand on it, take off your shirt, and put it back on, without falling off.  It is best done by small children, and other than one very small and skinny woman, everyone older than 12 has failed.  

Nonetheless, people continue to try, especially as the night gets later and the crowd gets more enthusiastic.

The seven year old son of Kreso Dolencic, a famous theatrical director in town for the Libertas festival, plays Japanese Folk music on a recorder to boost his pocket money.

McEnroe vs. Ivanisevic

John McEnroe and Goran Ivanisevic are playing on a court set up in the Old Town today.  

McEnroe:  "Hey Umpire, could you move that church a little bit?"

During the tie break after the second set, McEnroe got a beer from the crowd, downed it, and hit an ace.  Ivanisevic then did exactly the same.  At one point Ivanisevic let a ball boy take his place for a few points and climbed into the crowd to hand one of his bottles of water to a sweating female spectator.  

Ivanisevic won 6-3 4-6 10-6.

I'm going to the opening of art exhibition tonight.

Dubrovnik: Intro

I'm not showing you pictures of the sea yet - set yourself in the town first.  

Before detail you need tone; sea is obvious.  Summer in Dubrovnik is about tourists, sun and sea.  And fish.  

Take your time.  

The Swiss

For the young, the best part of Dubrovnik is the night.  Travelers from all over converge, go out.   

Last night I met a Swiss trio whose names I can't quite grasp, who traveled in a camper van.  After the clubs closed, we watched Smokin' Aces back at mine.  The left me a note the next morning with a cigarette placed on top. 

Dubrovnik: Way In

Sometimes when you fly into Dubrovnik you get a glimpse of the town, but the general impression is often of gleaming water set by rugged mountains.  
The taxi ride is the best part. 20-30 minutes long, you wind through small villages on a winding road that occasionally lets you see through the trees and the coastline ahead of you. Pulling past a sign for the Hotel Astarea, you know that you are in Mlini and that you haven't been paying attention to the road signs. Then, far above the town you see Lokrum, the island just off the town that broke off from the land a while ago. Now you start swinging left and right, descending to the walls. Suddenly you make a left and you're running alongside them. You stop at Ploce gate; there are no cars in the Old Town. Saint Blaise meets you on top of every archway as you walk down and eventually onto Stradun, the thoroughfare that bisects Dubrovnik.
I walk down, turn right, and take out my keys.

Al-Quaeda Go Glossy

So, Al-Quaeda have launched an English language magazine, obviously to get at the militant wanabees who can’t speak Arabic. Who said print was dead?