Summer Residence Barcot Korcula

... trips this was Gabe’s favorite and I have to agree, it was pretty great. We stopped at a grocery store on the way home and by the time we climbed the stairs to the hostel I was beat. Gabe made some sandwiches and opened a bottle of wine and we packed, showered and began watching a movie which, while good, neither of us was able to carry out to the end. Instead we went to bed, window open, bug spray applied.

... about taking me out for a walk anytime I got too smoky. I've even decided to let it slide that she's only treating me to 2 hair products of the 4 I am accustomed to being plied with every day. Anyway, they're almost gone already, so soon we'll have to start improvising with foreign products. Should be interesting. I'll check in with you when we get to Greece. PS - people in Croatia do seem somewhat fascinated with me!

... it hadn't as it meant we could spend another day in our trackies, lounging about, without feeling guilty). On our last day, we did venture out for a swim in the beautiful crystal clear waters. Well, Caroline did, Chris just sat on the beach with a beer and watched. After four days, we took another ferry to the nearby island of Korcula (pronounced Korchoola) where we had decided to spend a couple of nights before sailing ...

... I wasn't going to have to do any more exercise- the hike (in flip flops) had really taken it out of me! There was nothing to do after dinner, and I felt exhausted, I was asleep by 9pm. As a result, I woke up at 5am the next morning. I considered restlessly trying to get back to sleep, but decided to get up to watch the sun rise instead. I went to sit on the stone beach, and watched, captivated, as the sun emerged from the mountains in the distance on the mainland ...

Ursa and I just spent a few days down in Dubrovnik, Croatia. I was there with my family almost 25 years ago. We were on holiday, when my dad's heart failed him while playing soccer. He was 35 years old when he died. His name was Peter Dixon. Going back there was my main reason for comming to Slovenia. I found what I think was the resort we stayed at in 1982. It had been shot up pretty bad during the war from 1992 to 1995. Kinda sad to see it looking like that ...

... by, or to be hit with flaming arrows coming from over the giant stone city walls, for the people to start running around screaming while hay began to fly, but it didn't. Quite possibly the most romantic (HILARY!) and beautiful city we have yet to see, Dubrovnik proved to be more than we expected and absolutely worth the hell it took to get us there. We did however arrive into the city on the ferry, waiting to be picked up by our hotel ...

... I could actually listen to it :( Got to Lopud and hiked 30 minutes to Sunj Cove. Finally, sand! Honestly, the beach is only mediocre by tropical standards but for Croatia it is one of the best. As usual, the water was spectacular. Shallow, calm, crystal clear .... you could wade out 20 or 30 metres and still only be chest deep. I love it here! The only bad thing is that there are cigarette butts strewn about the beach and in the water. *******s ...

... in Dubrovnik. On arrival it's again a case of getting mobbed by private-room touts when you get of the ferry and another old lady won the day to make it 2 from 2. They just look so cute and helpless it's nigh on impossible to say no to them. It also helped that her house was in the old town and right on the water next to one of the fortress towers. An accommodation location unlikely to be topped for the rest of the trip. Similarly to Dubrovnik, Korçula ...

... olive juices. Her husband was home from work, still wearing his standard issue working man's jumpsuit. Mechanics, to carpenters, to street sweepers all seem to wear the same outfit. They were just finishing dinner in their modest room which served as the kitchen, living and dining area. She was washing dishes and he was sitting on the couch watching soccer. With a big smile, she invited us in to sit with them. She spoke very little English, and he spoke none. But ...

... that when I travel my personal view of policemen and security people is that they are on par with taxi drivers and immigration officials - best avoided, but when crossed be super nice and never give a straight answer unless really pushed. Having given suitably vague directions to our street, we jumped out of the vehicle and tried to avoid agreeing to a drinks date the foloowing evening. We waved, made as if we were going into a house then hid behind a car until they disappeared ...