Russian tourists do nothing to dispel the stereotype

By Jasmine

We were getting ready for our taxi to arrive to take us to the bus station. One arrived so we got on with all our stuff then as we pulled away, we realised that the taxi we had actually booked had just parked behind us. Whoops! 

We got to the station bit early and had to wait in the 'air-conditioned' waiting room. As we got onto the coach, me, mum and Bella went to get a seat whilst dad put the suitcases away. We got a seat towards the back of the coach but after a while people were moving around. We realised that everybody had been told to sit in the right number seats so we had to move and we had to find the seat number on our tickets. However, the people that were sat in our seats wouldn't move and wouldn't show us their tickets to prove they had the right seats. This meant that we had to stand up (and another eight people at the back) for the three hour journey. The people that refused move had their tickets checked by the driver on the bus and it turned out that they had not reserved the seats correctly at all and they had no seats reserved.  Still they wouldn't move! 

After a lot of standing up and about two hours on the coach we had to park on the side of the road because of fires in Croatia blocking our way. We waited nearly two hours for the firemen and fire planes to put it out. When we finally got back onto the coach, mum politely asked the Russians whether they would now move so that we could take the second half of the journey on the seats. Still they refused to move and this is when dad got angry and stepped in and started shouting at the Russian man "it was your mistake". 

The whole group was so arrogant that I made a poem about them. See the picture below:

Today we explored some of Korcula island. After about 15 minutes of walking, we found a peaceful beach. Isabella and I rushed in to the sea with mum and dad shortly behind us. The water felt really refreshing when it was actually 27°.  When we got tired we started to get out. As I was walking out of the sea, I thought I'd hit my toe on a rock. I carried on walking to mum who was in front and said "I've hurt my foot, ouch!" Then I sat down and had a look.  There several spikes of a sea urchin stuck in my foot! It really hurt. 

Luckily there was a nurse on the beach so she tried helping but only managed to get out one of the spikes. So dad ran back to the apartment (which was 2 miles away) in his flip-flops to get some tweezers and Savlon. When he returned, my foot wasn't as painful but we still tried  to get the spikes out which looks like a big splinters.

Waiting in the bus station:

Standing on the coach (rude Russians to left of mum):

The fires had decimated the country side:

The amazing view from the short boat journey from mainland Croatia to Korçula:

Perfect timing as the sun set on the extended journey:

Dad quickly walked into the small town to get some things before the shop closed at 9 and took these pictures: