A walk around the top of Dubrovnik’s Old Town walls

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Today Masayo and I did our laundry, and walked along the top of the Old Town walls of Dubrovnik, Croatia. My BGs in the evening were almost exactly what they were in the morning but in reverse order.

It began late, at 10:30 am, and my BG was 208. A tad high. For breakfast Masayo cooked some eggs and sausage, and we had pastries I bought yesterday.

After breakfast we walked to the tourist office near Pile Gate to see about transport to the airport tomorrow; our flight to London (on the way to Trondheim, Norway ultimately) leaves in the afternoon, and a bus could take us from Old Town’s cable car station around 10:30 am. Perfect.

We then took our laundry to Sanja and Rosie’s Launderette, a popular spot near Ploce Gate with several new, working washing machines and dryers. The walls are covered with colored sticky notes that customers leave drawing and messages of thanks on. We put our clothes into a single machine and added coins to turn it on.

We had about 45 minutes to wait, which wasn’t enough time to walk along the wall tops. So we went to scope out the cable car station so we wouldn’t get lost tomorrow morning on the way to the airport with our big bags. It’s up some steep stairs but is not too far from our room. Great! I checked and was 161. Good, for just before some mild exercise.

We stopped by the room so I could drop off my blue jacket — it was too warm today. We went back to the launderette to move our clothes to a dryer, and then went to the Old Town walls.

We paid our admission — 100 kuna, about $13 each — and walked up the stairs to begin the walk. The views are very nice, often taking in the entire town with the sea and/or islands behind it. Stairs go up and down, and there are round lookouts and narrow walkways here and there. It’s very angular and irregular, but a fun hike. Almost nobody else was there, besides another couple and, later, a tour group.

Down in town, a stage had been set up (it’s been there the whole time we have been here) and they were playing music, while kids in costumes danced and ran around on stage. It wasn’t a performance, just something for kids to have fun. It was like Halloween, but with dancing.

We picked up our laundry, which was perfectly clean and dry, and then went to a pizza place called Baracuda that we had seen a couple days ago. I was feeling weak — I thought my BG was probably ok but I didn’t feel right at all. I checked to see, and it was 78.

The pizza was good — we ordered a small and split it, which was two pieces each. (Plus bubble water, naturally.) I didn’t take a shot at all — I felt low, though I wasn’t really, and felt that a shot would wait.

Masayo was tired and went back to the room, while I went to the other side of the town aquarium where there is a small pier with some people hanging out — couples watching the waves, guys fishing, et cetera. The waves were really big and I tried to get some good photos and video of them.

Back in the room, I finally took a shot for the pizza since I felt better now. (The weakness was apparently a sign of not enough food recently.)

The owner of the apartment had mentioned that she could make printouts for us if needed. She was the first person on this whole trip to make that offer, and this was the first time that we actually did need printouts, for the flights tomorrow. How weird. The travel gods know.

So she printed out our e-tickets and stuff. We have three flights tomorrow total, plus a shuttle bus between two London airports.

At dinner time we went out to get something cheap and easy. Outside our room, on the steps of the Old Town alley, I checked and was 161 again, as I had been at 1 pm before walking the walls. I like it when I double up a reading in a day.

We got sandwiches at Škola, a little place right down the alley from our room. It was cheap and big. While we waited, two Japanese girls came in and also ordered sandwiches. Masayo and I get excited when we see Japanese people. At least, I do. It reminds me of Osaka.

We picked up some instant soup, and a beer for me, from a store and went back to the room to eat and get ourselves prepared for the long day tomorrow.

At midnight I checked, and was a little high again: 202. I took a unit of Humalog, and marveled at the almost mirror image that my BGs had made today:

208 – 161 – 78 – 161 – 202

An average of 162 — not so great, but I like the neatness of it!

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