These few days after the wedding only existed because it was £70 cheaper to fly later in the week and I found this hostel for £5 per night. It made economic sense to stay in the mythical Kingdom of Westeros, surrounded by the medieval walls and enjoy it a little longer – providing i could actually get some work done. This had proved to be a challenge, not for lack of trying during the week but because of my own disorganisation.
Moats’n’Forts
I’m starting to put together some stereotypes for nationalities based on who I’ve met on my travels. Some are not so surprising like, Germans being calculated and smartly dressed or Spanish being loud and prone to wild gesticulation. But new ones area now framed in my mind. Argentinians for example, are similar to the Spanish, but completely oblivious to others personal comforts or hostel etiquette, earning my vindictive illumination of all future hostel rooms they are sleeping in henceforth.
GOT & Beach Day
I’m currently sitting in a cafe, overlooking the ocean. It’s a day where the wind cant make up its mind which way it wants to go. It picks the tops off the confused waves and throws them into the harbour wall below me. It’s not cold, we are in Croatia in May. The sun heating up the parasol above me diffuses the brilliant light and lets me read my screen in perfect warmth. I’m surrounded by wooden tables and chairs, the paint bleached and worn by the daily tourists butts and hot sun. The bar owner has made a wooden structure around the bar from which rudimentary swings hang. People sit with their backs to the bar, swinging their feet, listening to the relaxed fun music, chatting and looking out over the steel blue ocean in front of us.
Modern History
Morning after the wedding was nearly not morning at all. It had not been a big wedding so there was no cheesy disco after the reception dinner. But that didn’t stop us getting very drunk so the hangover was as per protocol. I dragged myself out of bed and up to the Villa. Some water and croissants helped clear my head along with lounging by the pool. When I was suitably clear minded and chilled, I managed some work. People drifted into the villa now and then and the little people screamed about some plastic fish or something. Maybe I hadn’t gotten up so late after all.
The Button Wedding
After last nights drinking session, this morning crept into the hostel slowly, looked around, and decided to leave me a while longer to recover. Some Argentinian cock sucker had come back REALLY late last night. I mean, I was late getting in at about 1:30am but he came in at 4am and just casually turned on the light, in a four bed dorm…. and proceeded to go about his drunken business. I literally could have murdered him. I satisfied lust for blood by snapping at him, in a sharp tone, to turn out the light. He knew I meant business…
Men At Cards
Button rose on his last day a free man – I mean he has been with Jenny for 5 years so maybe not free. But not committed for eternity – well fairly committed, to have planned a wedding in a foreign country. But not tied down…. Yet.
Rainy Walls
Today started slow, thank heavens. A couple days of hiking and late nites eating and drinking to excess had taken their toll. This morning I set off to find a cafe from which I could write up the last few days blogs. I had let this slip a bit and needed a quiet place, with coffee and wifi, comfy seating and preferably a view. I ticked most of these boxes with Cafe Art on the main road out of the old town. It was a quirky cafe with brightly coloured bathtubs cut out into seats and coloured lights fading in the corners of the room. I think it’s a nightclub/bar in the evenings.
Fish Picnic Island Tour
Have you ever had that feeling while you are asleep that you are missing something? Feeling late, but still asleep so you don’t know if you should take the feeling seriously and act on it, or just enjoy the dream-state washing over you?
Lokrum Island
Digital Nomad – Wikipedia Definition
A type of people who use telecommunications technologies to earn a living and, more generally, conduct their life in a nomadic manner. Such workers often work remotely from foreign countries, coffee shops, public libraries, co-working spaces, or recreational vehicles.
The idea has evolved from the business world where you would see company executives carting around laptops the size of briefcases and working in bars and cafes. These pioneers didn’t even realise they were the path-forgers of the future, creating a whole new world of work. Its now filtered down to the individual level because of advances and miniaturization of technology and readily available access to the internet.
Buttons Croatian Wedding
The Taxi driver pulled up outside the house that had booked, there were no lights on, not a whisper of movement could be seen. He waited… expecting a flurry of movement when the alarm rose his early morning fare. Settling in for a while, he enjoyed a respite from the drunken masses demanding pizza and showing off in front of the loose women they had caught that night. Usually he would have been dropping people off at 4am in this deserted street, not picking them up.
A sharp rap on the window shocked him from his stupor. It must have looked like I appeared out of nowhere. I hadn’t come from the house he was watching lackadaisically, I was sleeping in the van behind him. I had parked up at a friends house a mile or so from the airport so my taxi ride was as cheap as possible. It was a bit strange ordering a taxi to a house that wasn’t being used, but it was totally worth it for the look on the drivers face at my sudden appearance! Continue reading Buttons Croatian Wedding