The islands are dry and rocky, perfect for olive growing. the oil here was excellent, and on sale in three liter flasks for KUNA 180 (about US$10 a liter) but everybody tells us to wait until we can find some olive oil from the island of Solta at the Split market.
The spit roasted lamb wasn't available - it was mid week lunch, after all - so we had grilled lamb. And yes, it was worth the drive. Simple, fresh, local lamb piled on a plate and eaten with salad, good bread, and olive oil. You could taste the pine and ropsemary that the sheep had fed on in the high mountain pastures. I could only agree with the local sentiment: Kill the lambs! Kill them all! They are roasting them... and eating them!
Having eaten our fill of innocent fluffy baby sheep, it was time for a swim. Igor drove through the twisting mountain roads with confidence - he has driven off more mountain roads in Italy than I can count, so I can trust him completely to know what he is doing. Just north of the costal village of Bol we found the Zlatni Rat beach. Perhaps the most perfect beach near Split, Zlatini rat is divided in to Nudist and Somewhat Nudist beaches, so we split up, with Fumie and I going to the Ugly peoples' clothed beach while Igor and Camille went to the "Look-At-My-Genitals!-Is-This-Not-Completely-Natural-and-Normal?" beach.