I made it to old town Hvar late into the night. There was no way to ride into the old town, and there was no one around. During the ferry crossing earlier I looked up a couple bed and breakfasts on my iphone (via tripadvisor.com) and David had given me some tips, too. I finally spotted an anorexic, drugged out looking guy and asked him for the b&b's. He said: "You are lucky, I work for one of them, just park your motorcycle here and I will carry your luggage in." Yeah right, was my reaction, but I was pretty much out of options, so I agreed.

I followed the guy through tiny midevil alleys to a door without signs. He was not able to open the door and called someone on his cell phone. Great. Finally some smoking angry guy with french accent openend the door and let me in.

By this time, 1 or 2am, I was so tired that I really didn't care anymore about my room. The sun of the next morning revealed an amazing room, an absolutely wonderful b&B with perfect breakfast and a very nice owner, I think she was Swedish. Even the guy who carried my luggage was there, and it didn't look like anymore that he was on heroin or crack (but he still looked a bit thin).

The owner told me later that Bernie Ecclestone (F1 Boss) and Kimi Raikkonen (F1 World Champion) just left the town after a property buying spree. I don't blame them. Croatia is really what Italy was a long time ago. Absolutely stunning beauty, very safe, incredible food, hot women, fantastic service and hospitality and no crowds.