We had heavy storms the night before and it was still raining hard in the morning, but more on and off, so we headed to a great breakfast place between bursts of rain and wind ... we had the best apple pie/cake : )
We finally decided to leave when we realized the rain was not stopping ... and off we went, into some of the heaviest rain I have ever had the privilege of riding through on my long motorcycle riding career ... Wow!
After two hours of Armageddon-style rain, we made it to Split and stopped at a great local restaurant called Lola.
It was still raining cats and dogs ... flooded roundabouts ... cars stranded in four feet of water ... traffic completely stuck ... we had to lane-split our way around the cars, and mini-lakes, in the heavy rain.
When we got to the restaurant, Pam’s boots had had enough ... they disintegrated ... the sole of one of her boots fell off as she was crossing the street in the rain to go inside.
Boots were kaput. We had to buy new ones.
We were leaving puddles of water in the restaurant, so a few towels, plus taking our rain gear and helmets outside to some benches, solved the problem.
First order of business: mint hot tea to warm our bones. Then some nice risotto.
Luckily, all our Taichi gear held up relatively well. We were mostly dry inside and, more importantly, we had no short circuits on the bike, the Sena communicators, Pam’s air vest, my phone, or the GPS ... very lucky.
After lunch, we headed to a motorcycle apparel store and bought Pam some nice comfortable new riding boots ... problem solved.
It was almost time for our 5 p.m. ferry to Korčula, so we stopped at a bar by the ferry terminal and had some final cappuccinos before getting on the ferry.
The ferry ride was three hours long ... and, finally, as we left Split, the rain stopped ... and as the sun was coming out we joked “What is that bright yellow thing in the sky?” : )
It was so nice to see the sun again against the deep blue sea and the beautiful islands we were sailing past.
I ended up taking a massive nap on the boat. Trying to avoid hydroplaning for two hours is tiring. :)
We arrived in Vela Luka, on the island of Korčula, at 8 p.m. It was still sunny and beautiful. We rode the last 45 kilometers on a Zen-like road ... no traffic, perfect pavement and traction, dry, and ocean and island views everywhere.
As the sun was setting, the sky turned the deepest pink for a while, like a pink aurora borealis. Pam and I were mostly quiet, and every once in a while, after a bend here or there, one of us would just say our typical, “Wow.”
We arrived at our hotel as night set in. We found our room and some of us went down to dinner and others to bed. A long but interesting day.
The hotel looked amazing, but we really did not understand how beautiful it was until the next morning ... another big wow.
We did not take a lot of pictures today because of the rain, but here are a few.

























































