Black sea urchin incident

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 had my microtowel tied around my neck I would've swum. Silly boy I was also in slippery Clark's sandals. I've been a similar situation with weak Clark's at Kalbarri in WA. Chest deep in the brine I slipped off the floor and straight onto a spiny black sea urchin. The fear I suddenly felt that this was deadly poisonous and I was about to be struck numb and float away to be fish food in the Adriatic. But I guess today would be a nice day to die the journey has been so great sofar? I stumbled back up the cliff path, found a road and I hobbled back the way I came. I was able to hitch a lift back to the town and get a needle and tweezers. Dreaded spindly killer fish.

I planned dinner to help me calm down. Between urinating on my ankle, a local technique for getting the spines to come back out slightly, applying vodka and tea tree oil to prevent infections and fighting off the advances of amorous house flies.

Having made a batter of flour, paprika, salt and pepper I fried the hake. I accompanied it with a roast Med·i·ter·ra·ne·an vegetable bruscetta and some peeled tomatoes I blanched and quickly fried. Charming lunch.

Nicolji dropped off a needle and tweezers with two bunches of grapes and cold pressed olive oil(50kuna).
And now i am going to stay on the island until a week tomorrow(Tuesday)

Magda
Martha
Poland

Oh well. Came to Roki's to see about a job, but no can do. Shame. Not enough work for me. Someone just got there ahead of me.
Being dropped off by Nick. It feels a bit like I didn't click. Nevermind. Maybe I asked for too much? Accomm, food and 100 kuna a day...gave him a weight of cider knowledge. Cider is sadly missing from Croatia.
He's got marjoram, rosehips, barley, aniseed, figs, quince, olives and obviously grapes growing in abundance.
They bake meat in these huge iron cauldrons that are known locally as Peka. I think the internal steam acts similar to a pressure cooker and cooks the toughest meat to tender apparently these cooking devices have been around for centuries? They remind me of the large spaces used to make pie fillings that the Tudor's created at Hampton Court Palace.
Plenty of yellow flowers, that are like slim trumpets or horns, in the Konoba Roki's; I wonder if they are edible?

Changed last euros into kuna gold god got a good exchange rate. Brilliant.

Eating Frankfurters and drinking Pivo in the dark alleys
So many men whinnied that I am free in their common boats
But you aren't doing as you please without being sleazy. All I want is to share my oil, fish and vodka out amongst a willing crowd.

Maybe more fish tomorrow, but definitely one with more flesh on um. Like the large hake I saw? Or a sea bream.
Martina in the bahamas beach bar is hotly.

Met 4 Cornish characters that are posh and crepe. Crap, and not to be accepted. But they did accept my advice. Moved onwards to glug and spluttering by my hand.
Thumped in the dense head. Body moving. To sleep just past nine.

Sea Urchin