To be honest, I don’t really have a lot to say about Hvar. I’d heard good things about this popular Croatian island, and many people told me I’d love it. But, in all honestly, I didn’t. I certainly have no interest in going back there.
It could probably be something to do with the frame of mind I was in at the time. I was exhausted and needed to unwind. I just wanted a week in the sunshine to sunbathe and read. I was not looking to go out every night and get wasted. God I’m getting old!
Hvar is definitely a party place. I thought of it as the Croatian version of Magaluf, but maybe slightly nicer. During the day it was lovely. Very hot and busy, lots of teen/ twenty something groups, but also lots of couples and families. We enjoyed sunbathing every day, and generally just having a relaxing time. We spent every day at the beach, walking right around Hvar Town to find a suitable sunlounger and ice cream!
However, at night it became a completely different place. If I had children, I would definitely have them home by 10! There were loads of people out drinking and clubbing. Don’t get me wrong, I love going out and drinking, and I’ve partied with the best of them, but Hvar Town became sleazy in my opinion. As I said, it could have been my frame of mind at the time.
One night, we went to this club just as a couple of lads were being kicked out for fighting (which is a regular occurrence in my home town). A man who worked at the club, not sure what his job was, asked us if we were coming in, told us we’d get free drinks etc. We agreed and he escorted us inside. The place was rammed! There was literally no free space. He took us to what I assume was a VIP area, a gazebo that was cordoned off, and spoke to the middle aged blokes that were sat in there in another language. I have no idea what they were saying, but the guy who’d brought us in sort of beckoned towards us as if to say “I’ve found you some girls, do what you want”. The guys were easily in their 40s or 50s and I genuinely felt like we were being pimped out. They didn’t speak English, I don’t even know what language they spoke and all three of us felt uncomfortable so we left. There was no way we’d ever get to the bar with how busy it was so leaving was the best option.
We then went to another bar, which was much more low key. It was busy and full of young European kids, but it played music I liked. It was a bit of a dirty bar, not somewhere you need to dress up for, which is much more my scene. I began to relax and started busting some shapes. The problem was, as it was so busy, we were constantly being nudged by people coming in and out. I can deal with that, it’s what happens when places are busy, but I didn’t appreciate being groped several times. Quite a few lads thought they could cop a feel as they ‘brushed’ past me. I don’t mind this as a one off, but when it happens many times, it gets on my nerves. Who gives them the right to feel me up?? So my bad mood came back.
We ended up going home as it was about 3 in the morning by this time. I definitely did not enjoy my experience of Hvar’s nightlife, which is a shame because it is a beautiful island.
Maybe I’m getting old?? A few years ago I would definitely have loved Hvar’s nightlife. Maybe it was my frame of mind? Who knows?
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