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Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The Yacht Week Croatia Black Route 2013 - The Finale (Solta and Split)

The final pages of the Yacht Week blog including our last night in Split to attend the first ever, ULTRA Europe event.  What are the odds I book this trip in December of last year and just HAPPEN to pick the week that ULTRA is in Split, Croatia?  Cray.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

We left Hvar first thing in the morning and sailed for Solta Island so that we could get a good spot.  This is the day where the Red and Black Routes join together and create a baot raft over over 100+ baots.  And then we raged.  The majority of the day was spent wandering from baot to baot drinking with the friends we'd made over the last few days, jumping into the water and swimming around on lilos.  The skippers blew up a giant inflatable so that people could jump off the top of the catamaran, land on the inflatable and go flying into the air.

Photo Credit: Yacht Week Website
 
 
 
 
Photo Credit: Yacht Week Website

It was a day for making new friends including RaverSunnies who came over to say "Hi" to Kukar only to be harassed by us insisting that he sit and stay awhile (with a complimentary beer of course).  As night descended our skipper friends meandered over.  Eggs' poor puppy dog eyes begged for some leftover pasta because he'd eaten at the restaurant and apparently it was terrible.  Our pasta got high marks!  Hugh Jackman and RaverSunnies were introduced to Winston and soon we broke out the glow in the dark wristbands.

 
 

After pre-partying on the baot we headed to shore. You walk along the baots to get to the one catamaran that has a wooden plank connecting it to shore which is why it is good to get there early (less baots to get across).  At the top of a bunch of wooden steps is a three-story restaurant/bar called Sismis Cocktail Bar.  During the day you can also order food for pick-up from them or eat at the restaurant.

I was starting to feel a little sad and reminiscent since this is really our last night with everyone because tomorrow the people who have tickets to ULTRA will end up separating from the Yacht Week group.  I spent a solid thirty minutes in a hug-fest with the Lil Bros from Sydney.  Unfortunately I realized too late that I never got last names or contact info!  Hopefully I see them again someday!

As per usual I ran into the Canadians and gave #5 a huge hug that lifted him off the ground.  This immediately made all his friends giggle so I decided to pick them all up too.  Bashful was fairly easy to lift but then I turned to BeachBoy who stands at close to 6'4."  He just smiled down at me while all the other guys told me it was okay and I should give up.  I bent my knees, grabbed BeachBoy around the buttcheeks and not only lifted him into the air but did a little twirl with him too.  HAH.

At this point I had yet again lost track of most of my crew probably because a lot of them were tired.  I started to walk back to the baot when I ran into Kukar.  We had a lovefest too.  She really has been the greatest addition to our baot and the trip.  Love that girl.

A fairly chill night coming off of Hvar but I didn't mind getting a good night's sleep.


Friday, July 12, 2013

We woke up early for the six or so hour trip back to Kremik and decided fairly early on that we weren't going to do the Regatta because we needed to get back for ULTRA.  Basically the last day of Yacht Week in Croatia everyone gets dressed in costume and races each other back to the harbor using the sailing skills you supposedly learned throughout the week.  It was 2-3 knot winds that day so it would've taken us FOREVER to get back so we opted out.  Plus we kind of just wanted to lazily lie on the front of the baot and sleep instead of getting all dressed up in our costumes.  For your enjoyment I've posted some examples of costumes from other people who did do the Regatta.

 
Photo Credit: Yacht Week

We arrived in Kremik early which was nice because it meant a shorter line for the gas station.  Gas for the baot ended up being about 160 kuna each.  The good news is that RaverSunnies had helped us snag a hostel in Split (the entire city was sold out thanks to ULTRA) so that we could just crash there after ULTRA instead of taking the 1.5 hour bus ride back to the baot just to disembark tomorrow morning at 9am for another 2 hour taxi ride to the airport.  The only unfortunate part is the hostel was like 55 Euro per person.  Not cheap.

The next few hours were spent cleaning the baot and getting rid of a lot of our stuff so that we wouldn't have to cart it back to the U.S.  We also had our final crew dinner (unfortunately sans Kukar) at the lone restaurant at Kremik which was delicious but took forever. We finished just in time to grab one of the few buses leaving for ULTRA.  It was sad to say goodbye to Kala... she'd been a great baot.


The bus ride (70 kuna per person round-trip although we were only taking it one way) to Split was absolutely outrageous.  We obviously had brought the alcohol we still had left with us on the bus (about 12 beers and a full bottle of Jack Daniels).  We knew we weren't going to spend much time drinking once we got to Split so we downed the beers and then started passing the bottle of Jack.

Somehow we managed to end up on the top of the bus with all the crazy Peruvians and Brazilians.  They managed to chant and sing every single reggaeton song on my Internat'l Spotify playlist which was hilarious.  Most of the skippers we knew ended up on the top level with us as well.  This was the moment when the French skipper, "High School Musical," would get his name.  As I'd mentioned he was the skipper for the Brazilians so he ended up on the top level with us and was forced to take pulls of Jack Daniels just like everyone else.  The only person who didn't look like they were having fun was Eggs whose sad puppy dog eyes earned him a few extra beers.  We also got to know two new skippers, Mac and Mr. McGregor, who were delighted by the offer to take pulls of Jack.

Upon arrival at ULTRA, we lucked out that we were with skippers so we didn't have to wait in the special Yacht Week line to get our tickets.  Yacht Week had VIP tickets that gave access to their VIP lounge section at ULTRA which was a huge bonus.  We had our own bathrooms and our own bar which reduced the amount of lines.

We then piled into two cars to go to the hostel to drop our stuff and pre-party for a few hours.  RaverSunnies would get his nickname because he pounced on Judith's blinking sunglasses begging to wear them and promising he wouldn't lose them at ULTRA.  I would find out the next day that he had dutifully kept track of them, returning them to Judith at the end of the night only to have her bestow ownership upon him due to good behavior.  He was thrilled.

Once everyone had taken a sizable number of Winstons and decked themselves in glow bands we walked back to ULTRA.  Within two seconds of entering I once again lost my entire crew (do you see a pattern here?) and ran smack into High School Musical.  We ended up dancing for hours to awesome EDM DJs before leaving to find pizza.  By the time we left I had finally gotten him to say "yeah, yeah."  He despised that phrase.  For my first time at ULTRA all I can say is...INSANE.


Photo Credit: Yacht Week

 

Inside Jokes:
"Yeah Yeah Favorite!"
"Oui, oui"
"Only two wishes left"
"It's 4:30am! The bus leaves at 5!"
Crazy Belgian


Saturday, July 13, 2013

Clearly everything that could've gone wrong last night did.  I remember JagerMan coming back some time in the night and then much much later Judith arriving.  When I woke up at 9am, there was still no sign of Crispy.  Turns out she couldn't for the life of her figure out how to get back to our impossible hostel so she'd stayed at a hotel with a bunch of people she met wandering ULTRA alone.  I was just thankful she was alive and unharmed.  Just goes to show that you have to be a tough cookie to handle Yacht Week.

We all managed to make it to the airport, although Crispy and I would be delayed just long enough to miss our connection in Frankfurt resulting in us staying overnight in the most boring town in history and not making it home until Sunday.  So much for having a day to recover!  Lufthansa did do a beautiful job of taking care of us though.  It was a super easy process to rebook our flight for the next day, immediate shuttle to the hotel, dinner included in the price, etc and shuttle back the next day.  Love that German precision!

Looking back after being home for exactly a month I can tell you that I learned a lot about myself and my friends from that week.  It was a challenging trip but also an entertaining and enlightening one.  I enjoyed myself so much that we've already booked Yacht Week British Virgin Islands for NYE so that's the best review I can give - I'm doing it again.

Here are some of my overall recommendations for those that are thinking about doing it:
  1. The majority of people on the trip are 21-25 so you will likely have the best time if you fall into that age range
  2. The best situation would be to get about 8 people together, split in half and get two baots and fill the rest of the spots with randoms.  It ensures you have your friends but meet new people too.
  3. Select people to go on your baot that:
  • can go all day all night forever (obviously)
  • are probably single (tend to be more social and reduces the "this is our room" mentality since you all end up sleeping on top of each other)
  • aren't private (again there is no such thing as personal space on the baot)
  • are no drama (this one is super important - you can't take sh*t seriously or you will find plenty of things to complain about)
  • are capable (as you can tell from my  blog there are often times on Yacht Week that you find yourself alone because everyone got drunk, hooked up, bailed, blah blah, so you have to be able to make it home on your own)
Stick to the above and I guarantee you this will be one of the best weeks of your life.  It's only been a month but many of these people I know I will see again because of the connections we've made.  We've already had Auz visit NYC and RaverSunnies is coming on BVI as our skipper.  Hope everyone reading this has the opportunity to experience this once (before it gets shutdown haha).

Bon Voyage!

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

The Yacht Week Croatia Black Route 2013 - The Climax (Hvar)

I'm laughing to myself already and I haven't even started.  Today's blog chronicles our two days on the island of Hvar - my own personal version of heaven.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

We woke up early because we had a full itinerary for the day. Our first stop was the green caves which were MUCH better than the blue ones anyway.  Mostly because they were free and you can jump off of them.  I jealously watched a bunch of guys doing backflips but my laziness won out because there was no way I was walking up the sharp rocks to get up there.

 
 
 

My lilo had been left on someone else's baot (henceforth to be sounded out in your head the way Crispy says it... "Baaaaaa-ot!") yesterday so I had to swim myself around.  Additional laziness prevented me from doing this for long so we soon tired and went on to the next stop on the itinerary... The Circle Baot Party.  This is one of the famous activities on Croatia Yacht Week.  Basically all the baots tie up to each other but instead of tying up in a line they tie up so that the baots create a circle.

Then everyone dives into the middle of the circle on their lilos and parties.  It's AWESOME.  Only problem... you have to get there really early in order to get in on the circle because once it's created it's very difficult to add baots.  Luckily, Kukar is the coolest skipper ever and "knows" people so we were able to sneak in.  We would later find out that this was the biggest circle party ever on Yacht Week.  So big in fact that I couldn't get a very good picture so I stole some from the Yacht Week.  Breaking records bitches.

 Photo Credit: Yacht Week Website

The center of the circle was crazy... people cruising around on giant inflatables singing rugby songs while taking shots from Gumby.  NUTS.  This is also the point in the trip when JagerMan got his name as he doled out shots of Jagermeister to anyone who could stomach it.


Jagermeister makes friends and soon we found ourselves laughing with a bunch of kids from Sydney about how Yacht Week is pretty much just Sydney Spring Break since 99.9% of the people on the trip were Australians.  You try to get away from home on your holiday and then your entire home comes along!  The Sydney kids were three couples and one single guy who moving forward will be known as the Lone Ranger.  As the token single guy on their baot he was constantly being punished by the couples.  We offered up Slutty Winston for a couple rounds and when it got to him he took a huge chug only to realize that his friends had filled Winston with salt water.  Hilarious.

Eventually baots began to leave and we wanted a good spot at the marina so we raced to Palmizana, the closest marina to Hvar.  We kidnapped Lone Ranger so he could hang with some single peeps.  Turns out that is 100% not allowed.  Apparently the whole reason you have to submit your crew list to YW before you arrive is that if the Croatian Coast Guard pull your baot over and you have more or less than the people listed on the crew list the skipper gets in HUGE trouble.  Sorry Kukar!!!


Low and behold who should appear but the skipper from Vis kindly requesting his shoes back.  Whoops.  Wouldn't have stolen them if I'd known he only had one pair of shoes!  Wait a second...who only brings one pair of shoes!  We had just enough time to shower and try to be dignified before jumping in the water taxi (40 kuna round-trip so hold on to your ticket) to Hvar for the day party at Hula Hula bar which is my second favorite bar on the island.  It was only going on until dark so we had to hurry!  The water taxi into Hvar was BEAUTIFUL.


This was my second favorite dance party of the trip (the biggest occurred the next day so keep reading!).  We were all standing on our own wooden blocks singing to Million Voices, Blurred Lines, Call Me Maybe and the other trillion songs that would soon come to be the Yacht Week 2013 playlist... while being sprayed with water.  I'd been jonesing for a Hula Hula peach daiquiri pitcher since I started this trip so we each got one.  It took so long for the bartender to complete our order that he just kept giving me free shots.  It was this night that we would befriend Eggs and Hugh Jackman, two of the other skippers.  Skippers on Yacht Week are literally the best.

 
 

Once the sun went down we danced our way back towards Hvar town to my favorite place on Earth.... Kiva bar.  This bar has literally zero redeeming qualities.  It's small, loud, dark, sweaty and a pain to get a drink. Pretty much everything I look for in a bar.  And it was just how I remembered it from last summer... to my left a guy was getting a helmet shot (you take a shot in an old WWII helmet and then they bang the crap out of the helmet until you can barely stand) and to my right another guy was losing himself to the dance music wearing a unicorn head.  LOVE THIS PLACE!

Needless to say I danced it out for hours...

Inside Jokes:
Bang in a cubbyhole? I like a challenge
Babies? No! STDs?  Eh.
Sunnies Stealer!


Wednesday, July 10, 2013

My first morning feeling AWFUL.  I was wondering if I'd make it through the entire week without a hangover.  C'est la vie, I suppose.  I was feeling so awful that when the YW Crew team came by to tell us that there would be a pirate booze cruise to Hvar in the afternoon I almost yakked.  JagerMan's best friend growing up just happened to be in Hvar while we were there so they left early to go bro out in Hvar together.

That left me with Danger One and Two who spent the better part of the morning convincing me why I HAD to go on this booze cruise.  Judith finally won me over when she pointed out that the booze cruise was 100 kuna round-trip which was more or less the price of the water taxi plus a little.  She reasoned that we were going to have to get to Hvar somehow... why not on a pirate baot?  How could I argue with the genius of that?  So we decided we would go.  Kukar kindly offered to stand in line to get the tickets (there was a limited number so you had to line up for them) but before she had a chance Lead Lifesaver came by and demanded money so he could get us tickets.  Apparently Lead Skippers don't wait in lines.  BOOM.

To repay Lead Lifesaver for yet another kindness we once again covered him in body paint.  This led to us covering half the pier of people in body paint... e'erybody wanted some.  And then we skipped down to the pirate baot to get the party started.


Herein, lies the best party of the trip.  Imagine 200 people on an average sized pirate baot dancing to epic music on beautiful blue Croatian waters in the sun with all their new best friends covered in neon paint.  I attempted to capture all the mayhem via the GoPro we had bought for this trip but had just now bothered to use.  Weeks later we'd watch the footage to find mostly just shots of crotches and boobs since it had been strapped to my wrist and I'd forgotten it was on. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Photo Credit: Yacht Week

I did manage to capture multiple shots of Sling with his tongue out though.  Poor guy got his nickname because he'd managed to trip and fall off the baot smashing most of his left side against the baot resulting in a helicopter ride to a hospital.  Like a boss he came BACK to Yacht Week with half his upper body in a cast.  We are currently attempting to edit it into some type of viable video. 

At some point I got tired of the GoPro, traded it off to Judith and wander off to the bathroom.  On my way back I ran into a French skipper who I recognized in passing (Yacht Week is sort of like sorority rush.  You end up thinking you know someone because you've passed them multiple times but don't actually).  We chatted for a while about how his dad was in the baot business and he'd learned how to sail at the age of seven.  That is crazy.  He was skippering for the Brazilians' baot so at some point I found myself surrounded by the Brazilians.

Next thing I know they are wrapping a bracelet around my wrist explaining that the bracelet is magic.  Basically you make three knots to tie it around your wrist.  When each knot is tied you make a wish.  If you keep the bracelet on until it literally falls off your three wishes come true.  If you cut off the bracelet none of them will.  Maybe I need to amp up my wish game because two of them have already come true and I'm still wearing the bracelet.  I also didn't even need to come up with a nickname for him because the Brazilians kept chatting "High School Musical" and "Zac! Zac!" because he has the exact same haircut as Zac Efron in the HSM movies.  Hilarious.

 

Photo Credit: Yacht Week Website

We finally arrived at Hvar with a baot that was keeling to one side like the Titanic and jam packed into Carpe Diem, one of the best known clubs in Hvar.  To clarify, there is Carpe Diem club on the mainland and Carpe Diem club on the island.  Same club, different locations.  The Peruvians had gotten a cabana so we spent most of the afternoon running around it being ridiculous.  Skipper PBR earned his nickname that afternoon as he kept swiping my PBR truck hat off my head when I wasn't looking.  I told him he was allowed to wear it but only within the confines of the cabana.  Step outside and lose your privilege.  This just immediately made him set off running through the club. 

 
 

Eventually the Yacht Week crew was kicked out of Carpe Diem to entertain ourselves until it was time to go to the island.  You don't want to show up to the island until at least 1:30-2am so we had a long time to wander.  I convinced Lead Lifesaver, Flume, Dancey and my bao crew to go to Hello Burger for dinner.  Hello Burger has the BEST burgers especially when you've been drinking for the past six hours.  Lead Lifesaver was so far gone that he managed to embellish too much during one of his stories and accidentally smashed his lit cigarette into my wrist.  OUCH.  All those brownie points from saving us down.the.drain.

After dinner we all sort of lost track of each other because some people got too tired to wait for the island to open.  I somehow ended up on my own back at Kiva where I ran into the Lil Bros.  The Lil Bros are two adorable Sydney boys who I had befriended earlier in the trip.  They are so adorable, I dubbed them my little bros because I basically wanted to adopt them and/or steal them home in my suitcase.  They forced me to take an aggressive number of Jager shots with them.  Help.


Meanwhile Lead Lifesaver resurfaced and I realized he was wearing a completely different shirt.  Turns out he'd gone back to the baots with Kukar and Eggs only to throw up, change his shirt and steal back to Hvar.  Definition of puke and rally.  I was kind of impressed.  That was until he bought a pitcher of some tropical drink, took the seven straws out of it, threw them on the floor, and then proceeded to upend the entire drink all down his front.  So much for changing his shirt. 

I finally reached a point where I just had to go home (and I've been to Carpe Diem island before so I knew what I was missing).  I chatted with some peeps from Los Angeles on the water taxi back and then ran into the Lone Ranger (his baot was docked next to ours).  Poor kid looked hungry so we made sandwiches and then sat on the baot watching all the drunk kids come home.  There is no people-watching that can equal Yacht Week people-watching.  The highlight was Lone Ranger's skipper spending close to 45 minutes trying to make a bed out of the sail of the baot so that he could bang some chick.  She just wandered aimlessly around waiting.

Sandwiches eaten, I bid Lone Ranger adieu and hit the hay.  Long day.  Awesome day.  Not so awesome? 1200 kuna for port fees when I woke up the next day.

Inside Jokes:
"Ida Ida crushing pinjas!"
Kiss me I'm hurt!