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Two weeks ago, holidaymaker Sarah Lee-Anne Reid, 20, of Ballynahinch, Co Down, died after being found unconscious outside one of the nightclubs on the tiny island. One has decided a hammer is for wimps and asks for his tequila boom to be served with a flurry of blows from a fire extinguisher. He ends up with a chipped tooth. Meanwhile, on the other side of the dark Kiva Bar, a man whips out his penis and wraps it around his wrist to simulate a watch. Hvar makes Magaluf look like Downton Abbey. Some do not manage to make it and end up slumping to the floor, drenched in their own sick and sweat. Others use the toilets for a different purpose — to fondle somebody they have taken a fancy to, or in one case we saw, have full sex. The bride-to-be has earlier told me she is only here for the laughs and to have a boogie with her pals. It is only 11pm in Hvar and for the young Brits who swarm all over the historic Adriatic Sea port, the night has just begun. It is a six-hour trip from London involving a plane, a bus and a ferry — but the wild nightlife makes it all worthwhile for many. The island was not always like this. Just a few years ago, Hvar attracted an older crowd keen on enjoying the sun, 13th century history and the upmarket restaurants dotted around the harbour. Now, as locals tuck into their lunch, the peaceful view of the Adriatic is interrupted by drunks running past naked or having alfresco sex in broad daylight. Yesterday I found a couple having sex on my doorstep. Around the corner a man is being searched by police for drugs. But he is not yet out of it quite enough for his own satisfaction, and is planning a visit to the hammer-wielding barman at Kiva. Along with his mates, he earlier witnessed the customer losing a tooth while being hit with the fire extinguisher and is inspired. By 2am, a guy is passed out on a street while his pal stumbles through the town square semi-naked and barefoot. Their destination is Carpe Diem Beach, an all-night club with a swimming pool and semi-naked dancers. It was here, the previous night, that a rugby player from Leeds drunkenly sat on a sink in the toilets, ripping it from the wall and gouging his back. He ended up in hospital but tonight the year-old is back in party mode at another popular bar, Hula Hula. There he tears off his bandage to reveal 35 stitches. The cuts still look raw and his pals admit doctors advised him to return to hospital for a check-up today. Sign in. All Football. Travel News Travel Georgette Culley. She staggers under each blow. But when they finally end, she downs a triple shot of tequila. World Exclusive.

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There is another older guy, Eric, in our four-bedroom. He has been in Hvar for a while and says he can show us around and take us to the supermarket which was super necessary after realizing how much we spent in Dubrovnik. Bring on the ham and cheese sammies! We return to the hostel, and Eric shows us his Instagram. He shows us how he does his editing and says when we walk around and explore tomorrow he can help take pics for us. Eric was super talkative and got along with all our other hostel mates. Eric had not done anything at this point to make us think that he was dangerous. Hvar is cool. They all have their own vibe. At night these places turn into straight up dance clubs with people flooding out onto the street. You can hop from one to another and carry your open drinks along with you. Eric tells us he will be our bodyguard for the night and to let him know if any d-bags are bothering us. We leave the hostel and Eric immediately takes out a bag of drugs and takes what he claims is ecstasy. To each his own. You do you, but Sarah and I both thought this was a little weird since we had stated before leaving that we wanted to have a more chill night just checking out the scene. Thanks, dude, we get it. We head back at a decent time and go to sleep. We wake up and get ready for what we think is going to be a day of exploring the town, where we get decent pictures together at some of the different tourist destinations of Hvar. He keeps telling us how beautiful we are. We ask if we can actually go explore the town and stop with the photoshoot. In the heat of the day, we decide to forget exploring and try to ditch Eric by saying we want to go to the beach instead but of course he comes along. Now in our bathing suits. Dude, we just told you to stop. We are now just annoyed and completely over the day. We leave the beach with no intentions of hanging out with him anymore. On our way back, Eric starts telling us about his tattoos and their meanings from when he was in the Navy and how these represent how many people he has killed. He then tries to show us one on his lower abdomen that he needs to pull his pants down for. Eric gets close to us and says not to worry. He has only hurt people who have done him wrong. Our only option is to put on a happy face and pretend to have a good time with him. He tells us again how beautiful we are and asks if he can post pictures of us on his Instagram. We obviously say no and repeat ourselves for the upteenth time that it makes us uncomfortable and that our boyfriends would not like that. We go back to the hostel and try to get the pics off his camera onto our Google drives and delete any of the pics off his computer of us in bathing suits. It takes hours, and we have to log into our Gmail on his computer. During this time, he keeps lying around in his boxers in our room. Please stop. I tell him we think we want some alone girl time. So we invite him to come in order to keep him away from his computer. Many years ago Eric made his own drug described it like Adderall. The business was going so well, and he sold so much of it and made so much money. He also told us about one of his drug deals that went wrong. The people Eric was selling to retaliated, beating him up with a baseball bat so badly that he had to crawl into the street where he laid there until someone saw him and called While in the hospital, Eric pretended he was in a hit and run accident. AND to prove all of this, he pulls up a newspaper article on his phone from when he was in the hospital with his name and picture explaining the whole car accident. We are scared shitless. We have no choice but to pretend to like him and keep him happy. We go back to the hostel for a second, and Sarah is thankfully able to log out of her account. 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At the same time, Sarah says that I am texting her and asking them to come meet me. Katie is already outside the room, and the door is slammed shut with Sarah trapped inside. Sarah and Katie run together, down the hall to the main door, struggling to unlock it because they are both shaking with fear. The two of them run barefoot in tears to the square to find me. We walk back with them at sunrise and sleep for a little until we can call Rino, the hostel manager. We ask him if Eric has checked out, and he responds yes and to hurry home. When we get back, he tells us that he heard the door slam at 5am and that he went up to see if everything was okay. He realized we were gone and waited up all night to see if we would come back. Eric had left, and he realized we had not returned all night. Rino gives us all hugs and promises us more homemade wine. We go and get lunch and try to relax for the first time in days at the beach. 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