Yo ho ho and a bottle of paint stripper..

We're still traversing the Adriatic by boat ad it's scorchingly hot. Luckily there's usually an opportunity to jump off the boat for a swim once a day. Today we're on the island of Bol, hiding in the AC'd internet cafe from the sweltering heat outside. All the islands we have stopped at have beautiful old towns with stone streets and sandstone buildings. Everything is sun bleached and old and lovely.
We have another two nights on the boat and then we're back to Split where we started a week ago and dry land (YAY!).
The boat's not too bad, apart from the cockroaches that share our cabin. I haven't felt really ill too much so far. I generally don't like boats, but I've been coping ok with the constant movement. The only thing that's really bothering me (apart from a nagging feeling of nausea) is the way that every time I get off the boat, the ground feels like it's gently undulating. Hopefully this won't take too log to go away. The worst day was yesterday when the sea was quite rough. There were a few of us walking around looking green and this came to a head when we sat down to lunch and were served plates heaped high with oily purple squid and some mystery vegetable that was a nasty shade of green and a texture that implied it had already been chewed. I wasn't the only one who had to look away.
The people are all friendly and I've been trying to break with tradition and be more of a joiner. I even participated in the singalong that was initiated by our captain, Dennis, when he pulled out his guitar. I don't think I Will Survive was quite what he had in mind (he strikes me as more of a Beatles man), but in the local spirit of accommodation and adaptability he found the right chords pretty quickly and valiantly tried to accompany us.
Occasionally with dinner we get a complimentary shot of the local liquor. So far each type has ended with choking which developes into an eye watering, unpleasant burning sensation (not unlike swallowing bleach) and breath that makes you glad not to be a smoker.
I'll do a proper post complete with pictures when we get back to Split. I have a new camera now which has been getting quite a workout, but I keep forgetting to bring the download cable with me. Right now it's almost time for lunch ad the next swim.
Until next time, as the locals say, "Adio!" (or ciao- Italian seems pretty acceptable here too)