The nice thing about writing about Hvar tourism is that it is very diverse. And some tourists are madder than others…
I will confess that I am afraid of heights, so the chances of me standing on top of a rock which juts out into the Adriatic below are fairly remote.
I also couldn’t swim until I was 29 and am still not very proficient, so the chances of me jumping into the Adriatic from on high are even remoter.
But plenty of tourists do, although I haven’t seen the reverse sommersault very often. Madness! And also a reminder that summer is not that far away…
