The Dubrovnik Round Up Coffee Share

Hello!

If we were having a coffee this week, you would be admiring my tan.

If you read my post on Friday (as well as reading between the lines with my introduction of a new series on this blog, which is something I generally do when I’m not here!), I’ve been in Croatia.  I don’t intend on doing Friday’s post again, so here are the bloopers, outtakes and deleted scenes, so to speak.  I don’t really like doing travel posts that are just “I did this, then went here”, so here are the things that would fit in to that type of post.

I took the train to the airport because, for the first time that I can remember, I took an outbound flight after 8am.  We know that I think about things too hard sometimes, so this sticker bothered me:

 

“Bums on seats please. Shoes on floor.”  For a start, it should say “the floor” and is missing punctuation.  I was also thinking that it should really say “Feet on the floor”, otherwise I was picturing the advocacy of naked arses on the seats.

On the plane, my row didn’t have fans overhead.

I realise that’s a bad photo but you can hopefully tell from the way the panels are indented that there were no fans at the top.  A big thumbs up to whoever designed the Orangina cans though.

I don’t deal well with heat.  I’m good at sweating and I’ve always had a preference for being too cold over too hot.  (You can remind me of this when I next complain of the cold.)  I was on the air conditioning as soon as we got to our accommodation.  Unfortunately I left it on at night, on the highest fan setting and woke up shivering!

I’d had a bit of a cold for the duration of the stay.  Not worth calling a cold (and nothing to do with the AC!) but a sore throat and the occasional sniffle.  Feels odd having something like that with it being 33 Celsius outside.

The first day we walked round Dubrovnik’s walls.  We got to nearly the end and there’s a bit where you can go inside.  I looked at my phone while hiding in the shade and sweat dripped off my nose.  I knew then that one of the hardest things to do was going to be staying hydrated.  Croatia seems to hardly have any bottles of anything over 200ml.

On the first night I was given a bib for dinner.  (I should learn not to talk and smile at the same time, or else look extra goofy.) I ordered shrimps instead of prawns thinking that they wouldn’t have required me to eat with my hands, but I was wrong.  Shortly after that photo was taken a swallow pooped on me.  Good times.

Food was interesting.  Literally everywhere sold the same thing, for pretty much the same price.  I found one place that looked interesting but the person I was with was being fussy.  I’ll eat anything so when I’m asked about the menu, “What do you think?”, it would avoid the embarrassing situation of just paying for drinks if instead I was told, “I’d rather go somewhere else.”

I did once get a sausage roll which reminded me of something.

The last night, we went to a place called Taj Mahal.  We’d seen one of their restaurants on the first day but then located the one in the Old Town.  We assumed, the first time we saw it, that it was serving curry.  It actually served amazing Bosnian cuisine and was called Taj Mahal because the restaurant was a gift to the founder’s wife, just like the real place was.

The picture above was of my “Crazy Bosnian” which was basically a steak wrapped around cheese and vegetables, with a jacket potato with more cheese.  It was the best food we had while we were there, if you exclude my visit to Captain Candy!

The street cats were probably fed better than they’d let you believe:

This was a guy fishing next to his boat and letting the cats eat what he caught.

It appears that women and disabled people don’t have heads in Dubrovnik…

…but that some buildings have three different numbers.

I haven’t been on a summer holiday for a long time but I don’t really ever get sunburnt.  However, aware that my feet don’t regularly see the light of day, I’d coated them with Factor 30 before we went kayaking.  I can only guess that the sunscreen got washed off because I had really patchy burn over my feet and ankles, which meant I spent some time trying to stand in whatever shade I could find.

I got a selfie with a Stormtrooper.

As I said on Friday, it was a bit of a strange trip for me.  I wanted to text the people I know I have been before to tell them what I’d seen or ask them things, but couldn’t, and that sucked a bit.  It was also strange, and I know this isn’t necessarily out the ordinary, but knowing that they’ve been there and (nearly) literally walking in their footsteps…

I had a similar experience on Thursday where I got a coffee and cake from somewhere.  The last time I was sat in the seat they put me in I was well on my way to losing my best friend who was sat opposite me.  I’d been to the place since that happened but never sat at that table, and it was weird.

It’s been nice to be back in the cooler temperatures at the end of the week.  I can’t say that I missed rain but I never really feel clean when I’m hot all the time!

Nothing really exciting happened at the end of the week.  I’ve pretty much filled it with brews and breakfasts!  I hope that you had a good week.

Bog je ljubav stvorio
samo da bih nju zavoli
ona je ta što me stoput
boljim čini

Bog je ljubav stvorio
da bi srce mi otorio
samo za nju
moje svjetlo u daljini

Jer ona je ta gotova stvar
želja što ne prolazi
njena je ljubav Božiji dar
uvek imat ću je snage voljeti

Gotova stvar
želja što ne prolazi
njena je ljubav Božiji dar
uvek imat ću je snage voljeti

Kad se nadje tu
u trenu brige nestaju
ona je ta što me stoput
boljim čini

Sad umirem za svaki tren
za sto života zaljubljen
samo za nju
moje svjetlo u daljini

Jer ona je ta gotova stvar
želja što ne prolazi
njena je ljubav Božiji dar
uvek imat ću je snage voljeti

Gotova stvar
želja što ne prolazi
njena je ljubav Božiji dar
uvek imat ću je snage voljeti

Ona Je Ta by Dino Bogovic

 

 

 

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