Under the stars we are again. Imagine drifting to sleep to the sounds of the sea. The waves lapping up against the rocks, the sticky layer of salt smeared across your lips, the savory breeze in your hair. Well, that’s kind of how our incognedo night at the base of the Dubrovnik castle was like.

We were not supposed to be there. Definitely not supposed to be there. But then again, when is it a thrill being where you’re supposed to be and avoiding areas forbidden?

We had decided to sleep there only just a few hours ago. Before, we were homeless. It’s a strange thing to walk busy bustling streets at night gazing at the glamorous passersby knowing that in a few hours they will be happily and snuggly in a warm bed and you actually have no idea where or when your night will end.

There we were, the four of us our daypacks in tow packed with our sleeping sacks and sweatshirts meandering the cobblestones in a giddy delirium as we realize no one knew our secret.To passersby we may seem the typical traveling troop, on the look out for a hoppin pub or night club or somewhere open late to eat.

Somehow we finagled our way through one of the city’s most prominent beach bars on the cliffs beneath the castle to the remote rocks on the opposite side where we cliff jumped earlier that day. Ah, oasis.

The night couldn’t promise much sleep…that much was expected. We awoke to a feast of mosquitos, a bath of sweat from the beating sun, and an inescapable sour stench of sea. We’re dirty, again. We were without sleep again, a shower, a toothbrush, food. We dodge the ‘politzia’ yet again as we attempt to sneak out through the cliff bar door. Luckily, the doorman was one level less than furious this morning.

Nonetheless, a better bed there never was. Watch this video: