In her defence, we had been walking for over 30 minutes and the sun had the intensity of a mild Winter day at Bingara Gorge, I imagine.
Did I mention we are in Split, Croatia?
First stop off the boat was some markets where I finally got the hat I was looking for, the kind of hat that puts your golf opponents off their game.
We then went to have a quick look at the palace, gave up, somebody had an ice cream and then we went up a rather large hill because that's what you seem to do on shore in the Mediterranean.
It was no yesterday's climb but the Editor's calf muscles were not happy with the decision. To their credit, local authorities have placed a lot of seats on the way for weary tourists.
Near the top we came upon a playground and Annette wondered about the possibility of emulating her childhood hero, Cindy Brady, in trying to break the world endurance teeter-totter record. Alas, we had to be back on board by 5:30pm.
We took a different route back down to town through some interesting streets and made our way around the palace to see the 4 ancient gates. We rubbed a statue's big toe for good luck and headed back to the ship via the local Pepsi proprietor.
I packed my gym bag but got diverted into trying to find a vacant washing machine, a quest that ultimately took around 3 hours. Eventually by 7pm it was mission accomplished. I never got to the gym.
After dinner we hit the theatre for a 45 minute music show featuring a guy whose main claim to fame was that he wore odd socks and was bald. It was a good show and then off to sleep for a day at sea where no hills or mountains will be climbed.
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