A rebel without a clue.

I just deleted my last few hours' conversations...which is a shame. Got back to Volosko for a mite more white wine. Mass is being rung out. At 8pm. By Saint Ane. Met 2 Israeli free divers here in mala bar. Was intrigued how some people can hold their breath for 11minutes. On the surface not deep. Big guy could free dive more than thin guy. Lung capacity. Amazing. Taking your mind off the need to breath. NoTanx I've often done that when trying to kill myself late at night. They were drinking grappa, vino and giving the owner what for: very cute girl. Didn't mean to give the wrong impression if I was over friendly as it was a relief to get drunk without paying for it. 24kuna for four glasses of Poreč vina is £2.80 for 4 house wines that make Barolo pale away. Finally got the bus driver to 'cut me some slack'. Rope not to hang myself with. So I get the last connection to Ičići. Will now go to volovsko for fish every day, but need to talk to a doctor abo...

Hey, the weather has finally changed, but not the number of Mosquitos I'm being bitten by in Opatija. Going to hang about around here until Saturday and then shifty up to Trieste for the night. I'm trying to find a couch to sleep on. Um, sleeping on a tent floor is flawed. Facking knackered. Found a very cheap place to eat a shit load of tasty and fresh sardines. 8 kuna for 10 huge ones - £1 for my dinner. I might end up ponging of them though. Hope you're well? Daniel.

Forgetting all on Shad Thames one November morning. I stood stock still and had to let it flow over me. Memories returned. Today I can't remember how to turn a tap on/off or which is hot and which is cold. 

We'll take the boys in the morning to skip and splash the pools as we watch the sand blown by slight winds over dunes to the left and the blue sea pulls it's current away north to leave a vast shift of sands. By night we come home and we collect ice creams to gallop down our gullets while craftful sea birds aspire to more touristy fayre. As we weave our ways with melting summer ices there we spy thee and ponder your reason to hiss welcome to vulturous gulls. And halt to watch your tumbling and rousting of the grey and whites. I craven and dower am slightly emitting cider apple tones to variegate the dull holiday somnambulant you endear here. I looked at fat bellied and walrus faced holiday seekers who otherwise hide with index finger on channel up/down and already heading home without having left quiet yet.

I am sick of the rain. I've ducked into a Konoba, wine bar, for sardela, potatoes and salata. Better. Beans. Vino blanca. Nice variety. Looks like where the locals come. Success. All I need now is compagnia. Volosko. The fisherman village front has been absorbed in to clique restaurant. All overwhelming and over priced and the staff have an air of drifting far from reality while they daily set up for a million german and italian retirees. The village is quaint and strikes me like a Cornish village overtaken by art galleries and boutiques. But this venue offers sardela for cheap. German tourists descend just as I am finishing my fayre. But they have discovered what is worth knowing. I am feeling stuffed. Now I am needing to rest. I recommend this Konoba to any who come this way. Borlotti bean salad , potato salad, 10 sardines(large), bread and glass of vino = 47 kuna. Simply known as 'Ribarnica Volosko' I leave and the sun is shining. The cat is demanding. It ...

More green grapes and another Turkish style coffee. Will set off after 5 and wait the arrival of the ferry. Tomorrow is another day, but the weather looks better in Split. Will read and chill on journey. Still got vodka and a bottle of rouge from Vis. Set off amid mosquito and humidity. Blue skys and still waters. East gate. Need some voda for the trip. A litre or more. Bought a litre. Checked in for ferry. Now to wait to board from 7pm. The Dalmatian hills are stunning with the sunset into the sea. The ferry Dubrovnik pulls into port. Berth n°16. Lady sits on bench with a sharpei bred of dog. Got a can of coke zero from the old lady of Split and a kiss on the cheeks Marco polo pulling into Berth n° 28. Nearly on the last and most extreme journey yet. The sea is calm and I am going to sleep. Old crones line the dock waiting with laminated cards sebe, apartments. Direct marketing. Off come fresh arrivals for Split to consume in it's ceaseless money trapping. Got on ship and...

Hey mum it's raining like it's never rained before! I've now got a real idea what Spike Milligan felt like in Italy when everything was so wet. He went nuts in the rain and with the guns. Luckily there aren't any guns yet!!! On days like this I hope for you, Emma and 2 dogs to snuggle up close to and not the old lady of Split. Daniel

Tourists are akin to roaches and vendors are like parasites on the roaches. As soon as the rain passes the roaches come out of their coffee cup and scrambled egg domains. American, English, Spanish and walking tour operatives circulate. With fujifilm camera from Burnley Lancs looking for tourist info from counter clerks lacking a single emotion or creative nuance. Bloody tourists. Bloody peasants. Bloody vendors. Bloody cockroaches. The story told of Diocletian's palace in broken English to broken Spaniards by broken Croatians. What about this palace can you tell me that I haven't already read? Some ghosts perhaps roaming. Roman's roaming. There are always ghost walks for the gullible.

Nedjelja 7pm Rijeka. Old woman of Split showed me her descendants. From her son the grand daughter and great grand son. While drinking fine Turkish style kava. The rain has been lashing down all night, but it still won't stop. I think another load is due soon. Soon enough. Time for breakfast. The rain has caused extensive floods. I watched the news and this was the headline. Not that I really understood what was being said, but it was discussing a burst riverbank I think. Although they weren't doing the feature too much justice as they had no panoramas of the effects. Maybe they lack tax payers money for helicopters. Got some rambling text from Steven Fitzhugh about 'my' new Marxist leader. Me as a 'Guardian reader'. I think that Steven never really understood how I tick. Politics and Newspapers are 2 things I would confine consign to Room 101. Give me a good book, a decent kava, some heart wrenching music and a fine lady and I am always happiest. I told ...

I think that rain changes everything. I must nurse Tomislav and hope that this rain is one huge expletive. It breathes in and out. One minute heavy and another soft but ever present. I think today I wish I owned an umbrella. And a bowler hat. An umbrella with a cane handle or bone or ivory. This is another Saturday night washed out. In Diocletian's palace there are many arches to shelter amongst with drowned Americans really suffering the abominable weather is this gadforsaken cidy. I think I'll go back to read and to sleep after the rain petters out...

There must be a reason why I always travel alone. And trace a route solo. How I dwell in once glorious piazzas and temples of gold where many pass but none offer a welcoming hand. I have to force so rudely upon them and hope the bait be taken. I must for lives I lived make an effort to attach my presence presently to someone on their journey home to Rijeka. I am capable. But maybe I am an age, I alone, see as young?

Rain has come and emptied the ancient streets Everywhere people rush to watch TV And chase the sun back as it retreats Wailing on the edge of reason As it is safe to say goodbye and This is the end of the season I wrote a postcard To the 'O so dear' And got back to white proto-vino Nature on the VHF channel That bored my senses and Closed my lids until it disappeared For the pattering to remain Maddening the vanished crowd Starring cross eyed out of a window Where the glass merges tears And rain in torrents drowns Lanes and alleys whispering please And we have no joy from hearing A repeated drumming withering nerves Frayed screams and forgotten dreams Stood on an imagined pier.

Hi Paul, This is the first day when finally autumn gas stretched it's brown hands over my green eyed stare... Still it's all good in Split. Mores the question can I camp in the sodding rain up in Rijeka? Well it's a good tent so undoubtedly. I hope that my blog will be the beginning of something as if I can write around the edges I've got it! Where are you living currently?

It rained all night last night. Abysmal, but it's only meant to be today and some of Sunday When the wind blows north westerly is really cold here. I'm guessing that the east Adriatic coast is very windy in winter. I've finally managed to get into the novel I've been carrying around with me since July. Something about it at first put me off, but now it's gathering me in. Which is good as that's a cheap option. Off to find breakfast in the shape of sopernick...peasants food. 10kuna. £1.17. Slept much better and didn't dream about Janet Hobson, etc, but had a friend request from her today...

Galum Internet is free but doesn't work with my iPhone. Need a postcard still. And I think I might venture out of Split to see somewhere else tomorrow? Or maybe it'll be nice enough to go to a beach? Slavui, maslina and duhan: 1 kuna, 20 lipa and 10 lipa respectfully. I have a huge weight lifted from my kneck. Emma selflessly offered me £50 to help me when I get back to England. I know that I caused this situation my self. The whole adventure is like France 2000 but a million times larger. All I needed to bring £800 and not £400! I am running through selling numerous items to help raise some cash while I am here. Ray bans Nike windrunner Here comes the sun. Sunshine on a cloudy day...cheers sister. This is holidaying on a shoestring. I haven't eaten the shoe leather yet but I am close. I have a postcard for Ross on Wye...

Came back to the old lady of Split and receive white grapes: white grapes are green. To get clad properly for a day out walking. Socks and boots. I wonder if I can get Soparnik cheaper than 10kuna in the greenmarket? All grapes have seeds in the rest of Europe. The same grapes used to make wine are eaten daily too. The trick is to swallow the seeds. I need to write a postcard to Sallyann. On Bilanova Ulica Jesus walked by carrying his groceries and free of disciples up to Calvary. No more Sobarnik to eat, but Borek is another peasant fair, which is slightly boring to me. I walked into the more modern and less cared for Split. The one of tenements and broken road surfaces and dogshit and washing hanging in balconied 1 room maisonettes. This is where the fog has gone; gassing all the languid and exhausted ladies and vile split smile elderly men. The rain has been threatening all day. And now the clouds pour forth to wash the dirt away from the smiles and grimaces of statues about ...

Foul day. Saturday date with rain Pondering over long kava And what to feel As asking for an Americano A tall cup is more the key First day, Thursday, I walked passed this spot and looked but I didn't linger Second day I retreated here after a bad nights sleep and drank twice from the sure cup. Third day I decided to take in the carob and sopernik field trip first. To drink a cup and plough into 'Daniel Martin' while the wind blows a newspaper headline into the wind and the damp cobblestones and I gave a bloom to the caffé waiter(a screwed up headline)and he ties down our shade to stop it blowing into history like the recent newspaper. Beer is delivered on a milk float. It is the only vehicle that fits into Diocletian's traps. Karlovačko, limona, mijeko, kegs and Leffe blond. And leaves with a crate of emptied milk bottles. The caffé next plays 'Friday I'm in love' which would work if there were creatures of the day. And this not a Saturday. What...

Figs are currently my favourite fruit. Prickly pears are interesting, but too painful to venture that far to eat. All these dolls around the room is a bit haunting and many many crucifixes in the house. I feel like I'm in an apartment from the 1940's. Not much English spoken in these parts. German is a better option. I will visit Germany next time I live the UK. Over Christmas with Glenn maybe? Spoke to a local about working as an English language teacher. But I'd only make 10000 kuna per month. She says chefs in the large hotels make more. To be considered. But I think Slovenia is the place for chef work. How do I get from here to Pirano or Ljubljana? Is there a cheap option. Don't mind rain, but need to see a bit more of Slovenia. Apparently they pay the same to the government for healthcare etc as you get paid.

Tomislav amongst friends and jumbo pizza in Narodni trg after 3 portions of local pide type bread(soparnik) I woke up many times in a hard bed last night and my eyes feeling tender. Off to Diocletian's palace to tell him straight I am tired. The old lady of Split offers me chocolate drink in the morning, but with puffy eyes and tired senses I am in search of kava. The look that lacks warmth. It requires a smile or at least something from the eyes. So very dark, but maybe one is slightly fair? In her grey pants and tight teeshirt. Processed cheese cake charm. Piddling/pissing self importance... Just outside the east gate of the palace is the cheap and tacky clothing vendors I think the same vendors have been using thus wall since most ancient times. Selling shit to ancient tourist. Bits of relics and lavender pomade to ward off the plague. Blessings from witches and peasant food dressed up as quaint or ancient and over charged. In the green Market there is the same foodstu...

There is something very poetic seeing a woman do her makeup on a train journey. It's part of the journey to the preparedness. Reach the destination how you wish to be perceived.

Trying to barter that I can camp for 60kuna and therefore I am only willing to pay 80kuna for a bed for 3 nights in Split. Got 4 nights at 320kuna. Saved 80kuna and didn't have to camp on a weekend when it is supposed to rain. Leave Monday morning. Found cheap sandwich bar. After a long and pretty exhausting journey to the top of Marjan and down past various beaches in that peninsula I am back at the golden gate entrance to Diocletian's palace. North gate I think. Just eaten borek and a chocolate cake. No more than 20 kuna and eaten for free prickly pears: paying the price with , and finding a half dozen sweet figs directly from the tree: being bitten and paying the price. Met a girl from Australia on the way up Marjan hill who's studying in Köln and introduced her to eating fruit off the tree. My thumb is stained from the prickly pear. Carmine I think. The figs were juicy and like nectar. Back at the basilica at the centre of the palace. It has quietened down a bit s...

Got up with alarm at 5:55, but would've been woken up for the drag of the mass bells calling the drones to worship. 6am the clatter of gongs. I would only go there to tell them to stop that racket. You may be monks living cloistered lives, but you don't have the right to force the remainder of us to conform. Oh, this is a good god fearing nation, I forget. So to Split at 7am. I liked Vis, and I am glad I spent 5 days relaxing there. The local wine is excellent. So are the fruits you can pick off the trees. The people are helpful and welcoming. The island is not full of 'the cast of Eastenders' as 2 Welsh girls just put those they met travelling to Hvar. The ferry is filling up slowly. I hope there's enough to cause ballast. No need the sea looks calm as the sun rises over the ridge in the hill. The town looks pink, lilac and lavender in the early morning lights. Had a couple of bottles of wine last night. Woke up with a start at 1257 thinking I had over slept. P...

I decided not to go to Komiža if it's going to cost 40kuna return. Am walking to Kut to see if I can use a computer in the library. It's another fine day, but the library is closed until 1600. I don't think I'm in the right frame of mind for getting on a bus and doing tourism. Arrived at Kut and just taken a number of photos of the clock tower. Not a soul in any of the bars or restaurants. Caffé Bise has just 1 patron. Just 3 yachts tied up at the quay. Feels a bit desolate. Maybe time to hang out on the beach next to monastery? There is a pile of clothing and a lunch box of broken wafer biscuits discarded on the quay next to a palm. There are many many fish in the harbour and the water is very clear. So few people in the streets. Must be siesta time. Between 12 and 5. Galeb courting next to library and Vista Klub and it's phallic galerija. Wooden carved penises; imagine giving one as a present to royalty or an agéd relative who ain't seen cock since he...

With a gun in hand the man is removed from t he direct act of killing. It's a cowards way to kill. The bigger guns the bigger coward. In a cathedral town tesco's sets itself up with a leaden spire! Wells. Water runs down the road but it isn't bottled at source. I am hard to get to know, but much harder to forget. I see too many empty people to inspire me.

No electricity in most of the house No gas for ages Kitchen unfinished Constant people coming in the house and doing thinks with drills early in the Morning and during the my split shift Painters and decorators Nothing to cook food with Nowhere to sit to eat food Nowhere to wash clothes Nowhere to dry clothes No front room No patio area No washing line Dust/mess all through the house not cleaned up by builders. No door key for my room No tv No freeview Sharing a room with a guy with zero respect for the hours I work.  Mould on panels in the cupboards in the kitchen. Forced by circumstances to eat at chippy everyday for days... A tiny pillow 12:20 and loads of people in the house and it didn't stop until at least 2am Kyle's birthday, but rules are rules? 8am noise from backyard carrying to front of house not at work until 10:30. From yard 8:12 guy hitting chisel with hammer on to wooden block before walking off...and coming back with a Stanley knife to do...

I've left Padstow  Courtesy of Rick Stein. Over consumption of bus timetables may cause drowsiness.

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Quattro Stagioni 52kn So far they show zero smiles towards tourists. Neptun. Brodi di aglio Ju ha od češnjaka. It must be soul destroying serving so many tourists, but I'm the only customer at present. 

I have wound myself up around the church. Too many couples, old folks and everyone else in a world quite by themselves. All this history and it is empty of a companion. Jesus and zero disciples: he didn't get very far. No one ever listens to 1. Like a coil ready to spring. Orange umbrella calling the flock of tedious tourists. Thus is the story all wrapped up. All just for everyone. Beggar sits at door sifting money from the rich and poor alike. Cloaked in black and fumbling in corridors where shutters block the light. Narrow and at a point. Blink and no one is there just a spoil heaped by the portal. I rested my head by the stall serviced by loveliness.

The grape used on Vis was apparently cloned by the Italians for Barolo or some other well known red. Plavac Mali is that grape. I have a litre of white to take onwards; one that I bought from one of the many guys, old guys, who have a wonderful craft on the island. I guess it will slowly die if the younger generation takes no interest? Everything is possible here.

Suježi sir Soft cheese The air is clear. I need to change my plan slightly. I don't have enough money for another week at 100kuna per night. I did say I would stay on, but without any assistance from either Glenn or Paul this will be impossible. I feel divided. But I don't owe anybody anything. So my task is to get to this campsite south of Split. It's something like 3 km from the centre and is only €7.85 per night as opposed to what is currently €13.74. Not quite half the cost, but a lot less comfort. It is meant to rain over the weekend. Hmm. Maybe I could stay until Sunday in Vis? Fast cheap ferry Sunday noon? Too many questions and not enough assertions. Let's see what I feel on Wednesday. Bejbi bar pondering.

Not seen a sign of Ziggy since the beach yesterday or either of the 2 Croatian girls staying in the next village along: Kut. Will go to Komiža on Wednesday just to see that place then leave on Thursday morning if no money is forthcoming. I hope I get a yes you can couch surf from Nina in Trieste and not to have to camp there!!! Money issues are stressing me out entirely too much. What in me thought €500 was enough for a month? I guarantee Emma will hate me for relying on mum again. So I can't get negative in my head. I made a mistake. These things happen and it may cost me £500 to get our of the error. It is a good job mum cares so much otherwise I'm not have a single way out. But I won't have done this without that harbour. If neither Paul nor Glenn lend to me I will be financially better off: just £400, excluding the iPhone issue. Positive it is that I feel I now have something I enjoy doing and that helps me to reach the stars. I can work in Europe as long as ther...

Lizards, crickets and red admirals bound in front of my feet. Out of bush I step and onto dirt track Back to beach and decrepit mansion With twisted umbrella stand and rejected portaloo. I went along a seldom walked terrace to find a personal cove. All of a sudden the route vanished I'm Rosemary and pine scratched The ordered piles of stone laid a long time ago vanish A mystery why they finished nearly there so tranquil I was feeling adventure, but not quite suicide For scratches attained and, No doubt, numerous bites that will Itch and fuss my head soon I wearily, at 11am, tread the path so often walked. Hey to set off without water or a saving grace Fun and danger wrapped in one Winning is not as important to have won Like a workout I spent the morning Sustained on coffee, donut and sweat for free I hit first house and pass Lilly faded Yugo To be back in the race and a terraced garden Barring fruits and sweet smiles to mother and son. And I end my journey sear...

_beer_Daniel Sherburn_routine_ qŵērtÿūįœpæßdfghjkłżxçvbñm 123456789°•/:;()₩§@«…,¿¡‘ [{}]#‰^*+=_\|~ €$¥•…,¿’ 2 kava long, no milk, 1 donut with ‘marmalade’ and one cheese roll. Not up for figs today. About to walk to a cove. But need water too. The truth is that since a refresh shower on Saturday I've not got in a shower or bath. I've washed my face, armpits and butt, but no where else. I was in the sea yesterday but that doesn't count. My skin feels good. Not dried out and I'm not being bothered by flies. Girl in tourist agent hasn't surfaced yet. I do hope she had the same facial expression today as she brings out the push bikes. I'm beginning to feel a bit alone here. It's because everyone is not English, too old, young and working or couples. One positive is the two Croatian girls from Pula. But I've only seen them once. They're on a cruise to the blue cave today. A row of predictable in … Ecos yachting, etc., lined up and almost ready to...

With hake in my stomach and urchin needles in my heel I have been on an adventure. I left the apartment for the monastery on the other side of the harbour, collected a prickly pear that i managed to get prickled all over by and swam in the sea - the sun was high and at midday, with Ziggy nursing a hangover on the beach, I needed to do something. As he was rabbiting on i decided to journey along the coast line. Hopping from rock to rock. This point of the bay is a nudist area, but i didn't expect to see anyone in between the strip and the point. I was very wrong. But they're always old Germans, Austrians or Swiss. Low breasts and Wiener frankfurter. I had almost reach the end of the point when I came to a deeper cleft on the cliff. I decided to wade across the water, while the current swam around me, to the other side. Everything was fine until the water started to get up to my chest. Now if I hadn't been carrying Daniel Martin and a bottle of water in both hands and ...

Bus to Trieste: On Saturday 2nd leave Hvar at 6:30am for Split Then from Split to Rijeka 9:30pm arrives 4:30am Rijeka leaves at 5am arrives in Trieste 2.5 hrs.

Up and leaving as the wind cracks 7 am and a bell tolls the hours. Walking passed dobra dan and hello my friend. Jadrolinja does a three point towards Split and many people walk the promenade while the sun crests the midpoint ridge. To collect fishes when they come in. Cats patrol around the Ribarnica, sliding waif like to the portal Boats Bob and weave as we await the applause of the fishermen.  But the fishermen have none today. The weather was bad and the cat looks starved. But the fruitiers vend a separate catch with great fresh mandarin from Brač and juicy green figs. Today there is not a cloud on the sky. The sun has just risen above the hills. But the sea It is buoyant and windy. Yachts tossed like crepes by Neptune's hands. Will I approach the man today? Oh to be able to come and go like Michael Angelo. What will school be like this morning and will they learn why western art died!? The clock tower strikes 8am and I realise I am the first one to reach Bise toda...

I ran through a rain drenched town and jumped ship as soon as a boat was leaving shore. I leaped from the boat onto the first available bus and the landscape changed. Finally my feet touched the dark path to the heart of the hidden Adriatic. To sleep with Tito's ghost rattling the doors and peaking from the wardrobe while in an energy vacuum I snore most elegantly. Some unforgotten soldiers linger on the beaches and look back to home and their loved ones. Not to be seen again as they enter another realm. Old wise man provides a fine secret blood to quench our thirsts. Old lady provides, smiling happily and nodding approval, some variegated fayre. Another old lady creating lace and magical potions to sustain the heart and luck we have had so far. To be hollered at and realise we are eating the fruits from another creations garden, guilt and another apology while both look at us with eyes red and engorged. We take tail and fly. I sigh at mysterious Geraldine, shy and provocative...

Rogač One day mum will see what all the fuss is about? Pomegranate, grapes, olives, sardines, calamari. An old Yugo and Renault 4gtl parked salt flaked paint faded, but engine works fine. Aloe Vera and pine trees. Views no one ever sees and tastes unlike any others. Flowering trees with no names. Incests buzzing hidden from view sounding like electric motors. All in the same type of lurching pine trees. Cicada speaking like alarm clocks in the midday suns. And a British war cemetery in the September breeze. Vis is respecting British soldiers who helped Tito to liberate the country between 1943 and 1945. To a pebble beach with a handful of veteran holiday makers. And such a mild sea. Apparently Pula was hit but autumn yesterday and the day I arrived. Good to leave this Roman forum that disappointed with it's current of tourist dollar. I am reminded of Fowles and how the war ripped through even Yugoslavia. Now I am going to be very good and last 2 weeks on a short amount of ...

5 photos of a lizard basking on a rock 4 of a bus station midway to Rovinj 3 of an octogenarian muttering 'it don't cost much' 2 parts of the same brain arguing there must be more 1 of the empty soul you attempt to fill with click click. 0 bang bang you are dead, but still Japanese.

Galeb, galeb, flying south. So many miles journeyed in 2 days. On a wing with the breeze And arriving in Spilt to sail away. Up at 5:45 and into the Adriatic swell by 7am Rocking towards Zadar and next connection. Hopping on a bus and just in time for coach and a tiring journey I am an obvious pong and have barbarous moustache and roadway junkie air. In between mid point of the coast and leaving the mainland while money suffices and more funds surfaces Like a wrecked bounty the ship is at sea. Arrived in Vis at 9pm. Long and exhausting day. How I managed this I'll never know. Managed to get a reasonable 400kuna 4 night stay in an apartment. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Was gonna refuse, but thought hell why do that. Hopefully made some friends from the two whose ma and pa own numerous places on the island.  First wash of the trip is engaged. Now I want to chill. Cooking my own food from tomorrow. There is karaoke tonight. Hmm. It's Saturday night. Le...

Walked the long walk from campgermany to Rovinj. Coffee to wake up and tapas in Maistra, olives, Istrian ham and artichoke salad. No sign of girl in Finlandia No. 1 so can't ask her to marry me. Delboy Hvarska selling Calvin Klein's little chance of them being the real deal. More likely Kelvin Clain's. So many Europeans start the day with a fag and a beer. Women smoke with real gusto. More often than men. Mild to left. Ice cream to right. Gelato. More! I need more... Calvin klein Clean vilik Cleak livin Clean livik Will purchase another caffé and gelato.

So half of me is ć, č or ž and the other is Lieb von englander, de zein. Mein gott. I am collecting litres of wine. Table wine. Everyday wine. Local wine. Rustique vino.  But a wine festival... Cool as. Tihana to Komiza. Vis. Trošt Silvano. Šorići. 13. A dozen sardines. The best least fishy ever. Maybe it kept my hangover at bay? Got back to tent. Slept well.

Quattro Stagioni 52kn So far they show zero smiles towards tourists. Neptun. Just did garlick soup followed by pizza. Not had a hostile linguistic conversation until now. Okay so Croatian must be the most complicated language. Right. Write 'it must be!' Obviously it is the hardest. That's because English is very easy...arrogant! Internet cafe VIP A-MAR. 6kn zen minuten. Second post card shipped to Ross on Wye. Don't ask me why...Sallyann perhaps? Cup of coffee time? Yes. Nope. Vino. Local and current vintage. Feel like I am putting weight on a little bit. However I am walking masses and not eating too badly perhaps I am? Cheese and sausages. Wolfdog in the yacht yard. Huge and monstrous. I am thinking with a crazy deutschen accent, bitte.

Gerhart Segfred. Berlin Brandenburg. 60 kilometer let me borrow there kulshank. Fridge. Havelland. Nice. But not one word of English. 

So I'm either working in Slovenia until the end of October early November or off to Pula tomorrow afternoon, which is in Croatia. This would be sad, however Piran is now a lot quieter. I maybe bartered for a reduced rate from Hostel Alibi if I do stay. But one never knows. And maybe a scooter for the month. But I'd much prefer a live in position in Hotel Bernardin. Simplifying the whole stay more. But I'm not too concerned. The sun set is awesome. But I forgot that I had seen one over the ocean a few times before. I've never witnessed a sunrise. That would be done in the east of England. But predicting a day with no clouds in autumn will be hard I'm sure. Next stop Dragonja on Croat/Sloveniani border prior to a bus to camp site recommended by the girl I met on the coach from Trieste to Koper. The purple lighthouse that René took off from last night is flashing red This is suddenly a much more relaxed place. It deserves respect. I spy a flag of St. Andrews. ...

Last 2 hours in Trieste. Not a bad city. Most of the caffé workers are friendly, charming, humorous and hardworkers. Although it is easy to be ripped off for anything in this city. If you set the wrong scene or maybe they don't like foreigners. I think the guy who ran the hotel on Via Ghega thought of English as a form of fascism. Not sure what means but it is interesting. Loud Italian, louder than your average Italiano, - legea hoody - told forcefully to shush...grasps sports life. And already the dynamic is changed. Caffé excellsion. Should read caffé exclusion, but that brief noise is collapsed to zero. James Joyce and a speaker of English that surprised my fumblings in her mother tongue. Very attractive who spent time in Florida, but not just eating oranges, I hope. I studied English should read il piccolo or profess io ho studioto. Did he speak fluent Italiano or struggle while undermining sublimely on the grande canal, piazza del point rosso, and the sky was azure as it m...

Bus, train. Utters a waste time blurs. Pork pie, cider bought and off we trot. To a land we trust. Trust in love. Train, train. Cutting through Cornwall Southward bound. Not the past. Future forward press fast forward. Get me there on time. Promise made. Brain, fuss. I think I burnt it fast. Rush and stomp eating useless fruits. No profit yielded saturated head. Please make sure this lasts me! 2 chicks via South Africa. Lush and fruity. Tanned to the limits! From Frome Valley with apple kisses Something will shake tonight. Cool again at Liskeard pressing on. Mason city blues cheers my head tight Lessen the pressure as we fly The 6 well dressed hens flutter by. Walk, walk. Easiest and happiest. But drunk on cheap vermouth cider. Which must be good for Newquay? Mind the gap in my mind Gap the mind inside outside Station awaiting train slightly Drowsy and lightly damp.

By Daniel J. Sherburn.20th August 2010. In 1980 it was and a Sunday came along. As usual we got together as a family, my father's only complete day away from work, and went to visit our relations in Rawmarsh South Yorkshire. Past slag heaps and dirty rivers we'd cross the Don and fly through Wath-on-Dearne, parkgate, goosebert street, claypit lane, the Rother and many council houses and coal board housing joselling with the smells of coal and steel industry in the air along to Jean and Milton's abode. Mum and dad's old friends, best man etc regular guest at our house since I can ever remember. When all else of Rawmarsh has vanished with the death of dad they still occur in my life. Solid as a pair of doctor Martin boots. Andrew and I were proper childhood pals. Did everything together no matter how far away. I wonder if he remembers our Lego match days and leagues with Iperswitch and Aston Gate as the two most successful teams competing in the league of our creation....

Ode to the Tor Daniel Sherburn Sept 2nd 2010 I climbed through streets and over styles crossed fields and spoke to some younger cows who munched their breakfast happily and were delighted by the company. Then I followed a purple lady and her happy bum overtaking I passed signs this way the Tor and finally a national trust guide and many sheep are eating there. Many steps I follow up the side of yonder mount and glimpse love and quintecessial english pastures green. A bright and pleasant vale once inundated by many waters and where legends begun. Spun onwards go the erosion free path, respect paying to this sanctity and finally one last push suddenly the whole world is displayed. A rim around the horizon forming a concentric barrier. The world is spinning around the burr and the humming of traffic spreads below. A gentle breeze south easterly. A child cries 'Come on mum join in the exercise...lazy!' And finally lankward man dressed in weekend decides to clamber these ste...

Gucci or LV. Chanel. All Italian girls exhibit. Men equally it seems. And talk all talk. What are their conversations so animated towards. Pyrotechnic show of hands and body posture. Smoke on and on some of the most attractive women. On scooters? So many scooters not many vespas. Hardly a smile. But a slight upturned glance. Same wondering Afro selling what no one needs or wants. All day. A trio playing accordions and battered trumpet. Wonders of the Via Del Ponte. Some patrons dance but have forgotten to pay the tune and now it recedes. Do they smile for strangers? Pretentious it might be but the bar is good. Guys who work it friendly and show respect to my lack of application speaking fruili. The municipal square has a fountain lacking water. It's lacking a fundamental element in it's design. I am tensed to ask acqua? Where is it, before being chased to the sea and lost to giant octopi. There is a natural pennilessness to the square. The grandest facade is very skin deep. Or...

07 Sept 2010 Daniel J. Sherburn. Counting down from 4 figs to none While punters and artists collide Mental patience voices sound down From the king's to trinity speaking  Many tunes and knowing notes Wheelie boy showing no holy triangle And desolate individual wanders silent Tread past clattering saucers and roast To cupola and round temple gates The journey to babel's home we regret So wherefore next shall we amble? If the soil draught we could there get But instead ledge in sun a while. Consumed the flesh in some tranquility A wasp and green bottle encounter vile Over my dusty feet and hands  They are strangers lost yet Aware the season moving gears And doing all their corpus allows Before they vanish with our tears.

So 2nd Ross cider festival is over. And I am en-route to Cambridge. Chelsea allcocks Do all builders in university towns feel like Jude on arriving in Oxford? Or me. Being lesser? Garde ta foy Knitting square, circle or trapezium... Jude the clown walked into an Italian restaurant known for it's clownish behaviour. A simple dinner served by beauty and simple symmetry. Ravioli and rich sauce flavoured by a knitting frenzied group. Monthly, weekly or daily I knever knew. Clever hand art not cleaver to my eyes. All times I see this pattern and seldom are part thereof. But I now have plans. I can be sustained by frugal simplicity and plod along common stones, with a hope that a heaving heavens will vanish to level the ground and allow a few days more of soreness to recede. Be gone this deep groaning tedium.  Asked and it is weekly. Brac vis Croatia. Islands.  Hashers - hash house harrier Cyzer. Indigo's kings cullage.  Orson Scott the third man.

I arrived quite tarnished and fairly tired. And will go onwards by the morning or the next day. But for today I am finally in Italiano and am pleased to have arrived safe and sound in Trieste. It is very interesting to see such a place all the piazzas and open space. There is no open spaces in English cities. I don't count parks. Caffe couture and merlot. Aperatif if Campari. Picante pancetta. Local cheese and I feel truly bamboozled... Bewana notte.

Laying at the end of the pier The flat grey Adriatic languid and gentle Seabourn mystery leaving maritima stazione. Tug leading the way.  Where larger vessels once toured their crafts Knipped by ant. No questions asked. Off Nina went to rendevous at 3. I walked along the shoreline. Many boats lay at anchor and I think of the painting created by carvachio??? and turner of Verona and Venice and Naples. But not of flemish lamds. A millimetre of land between sky and sea. Head on shoe for comfort. Oh my rib is aches and my jaw still restricts my diet. Boys fishing and girls parsolled but not Austen.  But I feel slowly falling into dreams. Passed the Augustus gate and out of the city. Stood at the door PAM. But it will not open. This is the entrance, not the exit. Fool. Italiano is not my mother Tongue.