We got up early, packed, checked out of our Sobe and left our stuff in the car. We headed down to get the 7:20AM Ferry over to Korkula. After finding the ‘people’ ferry (after going to the ‘car’ ferry instead), we got on board. The ferry was full of kids who head to the island everyday for highschool. They must have elementary in the Orebic, but a central high school for several islands.
After about a 30 minute boat ride from Orebic Harbor, we arrived at Korcula. It was a walled, fort city on a small island. The island was lovely. It was supposedly the birthplace of Marco Polo (although there are questions about that, the island of course advertises the link). After we disembarked, there was a small open air market in a square selling fruits and vegetables. This vendor tried to force Sheri to try the grapes she was selling, but Sheri would have no part of it :).
We walked around the city. We climbed the Great Land Gate, which is an impresive staircase leading into Old Town. We strolled along the cobblestone streets. We visited a lovely church, St. Mark’s Cathedral with statues of Adam and Eve out front. We roamed through the walled town, and soaked in the early morning life of a little town.
We had coffee and cocoa and cherry struedal at a small coffee shop. We sat and read and people watched. It was nice and relaxing after traveling so much in the last few days. We strolled around the small community and visited its different shops.
We had lunch at Konoba Gajeto. Sheri had the pancakes (crepes) with cheese and scampi, and I had the AnglerFish in white wine sauce with handmade pasta (another recommendation from Frommers).
After lunch, we took the ferry back to Orebic and jumped in the car to head to Dubrovnik. We stopped in Ston to buy a bottle of Grk, which was their LAST bottle (a supposedly special white wine grape only found in the area) after they had had almost a case the day before.
After about an hour, we drove into Dubrovnik, a harbor port (where a lot of cruise ships go). After some circuitous travel through the city, we finally found a spot and parked. We walked down a LOT of stairs to get into the Old Town of the city. We found the tourist office, and asked the guy behind the counter if he could find us a room. He said he thought a room in a GREAT Sobe might be available. He called the owner who came down and met us. It was the owner of Villa Ragusa, actually we found out later it is one of the Sobes that had been suggested in the Rick Steve’s Travel Guide. He walked us through the cobblestone streets and up the stairs through the narrow sidestreets to the place. The stone building was over 600 years old; however, the owner had spent a lot of timing renovating it after the war. It was definitely a high-class Sobe with an attached bathroom, TV (with multiple English speaking channels), and air conditioning.
He told us where to park (for free for the night); we did the long walk back to the car just before the parking receipt expired. We moved the car farther from the city (but in a free parking spot), walked back to the Sobe with our bags, dropped them off, and decided to tour the town. The city walls surrounding the city were closing (everyone supposedly needs to leave the wall by 6:30PM), so we would have to hold off until tomorrow morning to walk the famous walls of the city. We decided to tour the city itself, look for souvenirs, and a place to eat dinner. The cobblestone marble pathways were somewhat shiny, not reflective of the age of city (founded in the 7th century). As the sun set, the sky was full of swallows looking for a place to roost in the rooftop churches of the city. After looking at the menus of several restaurants, we ended up at Arka. Sheri had baked lasagne in meat sauce while I had Fried Calamari (which was tender and lightly breaded). Both were very good.
We spent a little time catching up on our blogging at an internet cafe, and then went back through the town. We went to the “Troubadour” where there is live jazz every night, but it was too crowded and no place to sit. Thus, we went around the corner to the Hemingway Bar, which had two rows of wicker chairs which faced the passing crowd. Sheri had wine, and I had a Havana Libre with Cuban Rum–the rum was SOOOOOOO good.
We sat and people-watched and drank our drinks as the music played on. After relaxing, we finally picked up our backpack and headed back to our room.