Wackos in action - Episode 1
One warm July evening the wackos and me went down to Omis, which is a small town about 45 minutes drive from Split, hoping one of the clubs there would be working and we'd actually get to spend some time with OTHER people DANCING, but, of course, NOOOOOOOO! That was not to be...
As we were coming back, there was a traffic accident on the road which we'd taken – two cars driving in opposite directions had colided – so the road was completely blocked. We got out of the car to see what's going on. Fortunately no one was killed, which was quite amazing since both cars were completely smashed, small pieces of both windshields were scattered all over the road, one car broke the safety fence on the side of the road towards the sea and the back part of that car behind the two back wheels was completely gone! As you can imagine, there were tons of people around, bewildered, and the police and the ambulance were swamped with work. Then my dear wackos and I decided to take the small country roads in the mountain to get back to Split, since the only official road leading there along the coast was blocked.
It was when Ana reversed the car, started in the opposite direction and turned left into the mountain that we realized 4 other cars, including a van, were following our lead – obviously convinced we would take them back to Split. There would generally be no problems with the situation, except the fact that we had no damn idea which road we need to take in order to get back to Split and not to mention that the road in the mountain wasn't really a road – more like a moutain trail wide enough for a car to pass... So there we were driving along the mountain trail which was only going up and in the opposite direction from Split. This fact was a little worrying, but we thought, what the hell, let's explore a bit, it's not like we do it every day. Luckily, although it was already around 2am, the moon was shining bright and the mountain road was pretty well lit. And you would not believe the view from the mountain! Being at the altitude of about 1000 metres above the sea level, we could see all the islands in that part of the Adriatic like they were laid on the palms of our hands. It was amazing!
But to get back to the story, after about half an hour of driving up the mountain in the middle of nowhere, we came to a house which marked the end of the trail. A small path was leading from the house into the olive fields. As we managed to turn the car around, we came face to face with the other cars and everyone was pretty pissed at the fact they now had to turn their cars around, especially the driver of the van. LOL! I know it's not very nice, but suddenly the ludicrousness of the situation hit us and we started laughing our asses off in the car like lunatics. Fortunately for us, due to the mountain trail being very narrow, the people in other cars couldn't get out and express their own personal frustrations on us.
Coming back down the same trail, we came to a small church at the entrance to an old town which is now deserted and quite spooky in the middle of the night – all the houses have no windows or doors, everything is empty, quite like a ghost city. The fact that the mountain trail was now going downwards was quite comforting, especially combined with the fact that it was leading west, in the direction of Split. Now we could relax a little bit, but not for long, because in split second the slope of the road became very steep and the turns on the road were 180 degrees – with no security fence at the side of the road... On the mountain, at the altitude of 800 or 900 metres above sea level at 2am with the mountain going steeply down to the sea and with no security fence on the side of the road, trust me, it was really no fun sitting next to the driver, hoping and praying her brakes are in order and they won't break down... Needless to say, we were all holding our breaths until we finally came down to the main road and continued our way back to Split. After all the excitement that night we all fell asleep like babies and got a good night's rest. But this definitely was one of the most freaky experiences of my life. Too bad I don't have any photos to corroborate the story, but at the time we were kinda too busy holding our breaths and trying to think of how to get back home in one piece...
As we were coming back, there was a traffic accident on the road which we'd taken – two cars driving in opposite directions had colided – so the road was completely blocked. We got out of the car to see what's going on. Fortunately no one was killed, which was quite amazing since both cars were completely smashed, small pieces of both windshields were scattered all over the road, one car broke the safety fence on the side of the road towards the sea and the back part of that car behind the two back wheels was completely gone! As you can imagine, there were tons of people around, bewildered, and the police and the ambulance were swamped with work. Then my dear wackos and I decided to take the small country roads in the mountain to get back to Split, since the only official road leading there along the coast was blocked.
It was when Ana reversed the car, started in the opposite direction and turned left into the mountain that we realized 4 other cars, including a van, were following our lead – obviously convinced we would take them back to Split. There would generally be no problems with the situation, except the fact that we had no damn idea which road we need to take in order to get back to Split and not to mention that the road in the mountain wasn't really a road – more like a moutain trail wide enough for a car to pass... So there we were driving along the mountain trail which was only going up and in the opposite direction from Split. This fact was a little worrying, but we thought, what the hell, let's explore a bit, it's not like we do it every day. Luckily, although it was already around 2am, the moon was shining bright and the mountain road was pretty well lit. And you would not believe the view from the mountain! Being at the altitude of about 1000 metres above the sea level, we could see all the islands in that part of the Adriatic like they were laid on the palms of our hands. It was amazing!
But to get back to the story, after about half an hour of driving up the mountain in the middle of nowhere, we came to a house which marked the end of the trail. A small path was leading from the house into the olive fields. As we managed to turn the car around, we came face to face with the other cars and everyone was pretty pissed at the fact they now had to turn their cars around, especially the driver of the van. LOL! I know it's not very nice, but suddenly the ludicrousness of the situation hit us and we started laughing our asses off in the car like lunatics. Fortunately for us, due to the mountain trail being very narrow, the people in other cars couldn't get out and express their own personal frustrations on us.
Coming back down the same trail, we came to a small church at the entrance to an old town which is now deserted and quite spooky in the middle of the night – all the houses have no windows or doors, everything is empty, quite like a ghost city. The fact that the mountain trail was now going downwards was quite comforting, especially combined with the fact that it was leading west, in the direction of Split. Now we could relax a little bit, but not for long, because in split second the slope of the road became very steep and the turns on the road were 180 degrees – with no security fence at the side of the road... On the mountain, at the altitude of 800 or 900 metres above sea level at 2am with the mountain going steeply down to the sea and with no security fence on the side of the road, trust me, it was really no fun sitting next to the driver, hoping and praying her brakes are in order and they won't break down... Needless to say, we were all holding our breaths until we finally came down to the main road and continued our way back to Split. After all the excitement that night we all fell asleep like babies and got a good night's rest. But this definitely was one of the most freaky experiences of my life. Too bad I don't have any photos to corroborate the story, but at the time we were kinda too busy holding our breaths and trying to think of how to get back home in one piece...
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