Sućuraj is a Branch Office of Hell

There are really two access points to the island of Hvar and naturally both require taking the ferry. The main one is Stari Grad on the west end of the island and most people take this. It’s really the only reason to go to Stari Grad as once I saw it, I was definitely not a fan. The other point of entry is on the east end of the island and runs from Drvenik to Sućuraj. These are both small towns and nothing special, although Drvenik seems to have a decent beach at it. The ferry runs quite frequently and is cheap, so we decided to go this route and avoid the whole mess of traveling up to Split to travel back down to Hvar at Stari Grad.
All seemed good until we landed in Sućaraj, for there are absolutely no bus connections from this town to the west end of the island, which is 77km! So let me just emphasize now, do not go by ferry to Hvar via Sućuraj unless you have motorized transportation! Actually, now that I said that, let me say that there is a bus connection, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The first is at 5:45, the next at something like 13:00, and I can’t remember when the third was, but no local knew about this, so I’m guessing that they actually don’t run or are such crap that no one bothers to take them. So I emphasize once again to run with the assumption that there is no bus out of here.
So, what did we do? Well, we were screwed. We bumped in to a British couple who were in the same predicament. There happened to be the oh so helpful taxi driver (the only one) who would give us a lift. When asked in Croatian by us as to how much it would cost, he said 500kn ($95)!!! When asked by the British, they were told 800kn!!!
This it appeared was the only option. Did we take it? No. No we didn’t. The Brits did though and we just shook our heads as we headed to the road to do the universal fall back: hitchhike. Yes, we hitched our way across Hvar. Luckily, we found a great Italian couple after waiting about 15 minutes who gave us a lift all the way to Jelsa which was stellar. So, we felt pretty good with pride and wallet intact after all of this and set about to enjoy Jelsa.
On a side note, it needs to be mentioned that we ran in to the Brits again in Hvar Grad. They were jogging in 35C heat at 18:00, so you can guess how the conversation went, but I’ll summarize anyways:
Them: “Oh hi there, you made it!”
Us: “Yeah, we hitchhiked.”
Them: “Oh. Did you wait long?”
Us: “About 15 minutes and we got a ride all the way in to town [most roads on Hvar don’t go directly in to the town, but bypass them with a turnoff].”
Them: “Oh, good.”
Us Thinking: How does it feel to get the British Treatment from a Croatian Island Taxi Driver?
Them [Should Have Been] Thinking: Pretty bad, but I guess we learned for the next time and will pass on the word to other Brits not to fall for this crap.
Them [Most Likely] Thinking: God, what a barbaric way to spend a holiday. Hitchhiking… At least now we have a silly story to tell when we’re back home about how much we paid when we were in this really backwards country on the Adriatic. Gotta keep running or the pulse will drop. Ciao!
Sućuraj is a Branch Office of Hell