During the day Mark and I explored the old town. Just north of the concrete promenade is the old city. The streets are narrower, some to the point that its single file. There are still people that live in the old part of town which is surprising as most of the ones I've seen have all become businesses and tourist attractions. Ice cream in Split is cheap. It is usually around 7 kunas (1.5USD) for a cone.
During the evening Mark and I along with some of the people from the hostel: Linnea, Joel, and Bridget all head over to the beach. After seeing all the people in the water, Bridget and I actually went swimming. The water isn't deep and is only about knee to thigh deep for about the first 100 meters. We swam for a little bit while everyone else drank on the beach. There are large wooden posts pretty far out from the shore. I taught Bridget how to dive, but she ended up doing a belly flop off of one the posts. We head back to the group who all somehow managed to find beers along the beach. There, we all engage in philosophical debates and general exploration into deep thoughts that one can only have while traveling with no purpose.
Before we even dried off we went to a club that was along the beach. With shorts that were still wet and sandals we had no problems getting in. Linnea and Joel taught us all drinking songs from Sweden, none of which I can remember, but I still have a videos of a couple of them. Somewhere in the night, Mark disappeared. He had been holding my wallet, money, and apartment keys since I went for a swim. We all head back to the hostel and I crash in another room. About 5minutes after laying down, Mark wanders back in. Some how he went to the beach and then got lost and started sprinting around Split between familiar locations until he finally made it back to the hostel. It is a pretty impressive feat if you consider that he could have just walked along to beach to get to the main street that goes to the hostel. Instead he managed to navigate the smaller streets.
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