Cheerio to the chugger

After 1700 miles, the Rugger Chugger is no longer ours. Rather than driving to the scrapyard this morning, we gave it to one of the hotel staff's friend, who runs a garage.

Sad to see it go, after the work we put in to decorating it, and the journey we've done in it, but it wouldn't make it back without new brakes, and none of us is up to another 2 days of constant driving. So farewell, old girl.

We attended the end of rally party last night, which was a bit chilly, but fairly enjoyable. We ended up in a convoy of cabs afterwards, heading for some nightclub or other. When we asked the driver how far it was, he said 8km. So we told him to stop, and drop us at the Diocletian palace. This was good, as we were able to walk around the place with nobody else there. The palace, and much of the old centre of Split is absolutely beautiful.

Two of us have moved hotel tonight, to the relatively swish Marmont, which is in the midst of the alleyways surrounding the palace. Fairly quiet night out tonight, I expect, then off to the airport at 9:30 in the morning. Job very nearly done.