Dobra Juha (or Leaving Piran/arriving Rovinj)
Glancing at the routes away from here and destinations I have trouble pronouncing.
Dra gon ya
Por to rož
Po reč (this could be the Porridge I heard a couple mention in Piran)
Krun či či
Opcinà
Limski kanal
Eating out last night our host in Galeb - Salvo - reminds me of Enoch Powell ... but served lovely soup.
It seems to me that Japanese tourists are stereotypical. We arrive at a shocking shocking bus station in Poreč and there is a reason to take a photo? Getaway! Maybe they are seeing something worthy of megabits and mega-pixels?
On the campsite trail. I come upon my first naturist camp. 3km from Poreč.
Rotel tours - www.rotel.de - arrived alongside me in Rovinj.
With great advice I arrive at Porton Biondi
How many days shall I stay here. I have to chill out tomorrow and stuff. Then perhaps move on by third night. It needs to be value for money. Maybe move the tent to a less bumpy plot or get a better under roll.
Actually I feel better already. The facilities are good. I am the cleanest I have been in 2 or 3 weeks. And that includes Ross and Cambridge.
Right. Jobs today. Get to a supermarket and save money.
Just spotted Paul Scott aged 65! Exactly! But Croatian.
Osijek
Found a small supermarket. But adequate. Need to go back to campsite. One last coffee then back to campsite. Town closes from 2 until 5 for siesta.
Internet in main square is 10kn for 50mb.
So often my writing becomes banal. Whenever I am not finding life difficult I stop groaning and can't paint, draw, write or compose. Today is a good day. I realise this. Smile.
Rovinj has a wine and free food festival tomorrow. Should be fun. Joy!
'Charging your iPhone in the randomise of coffee cup drench
Caffeine and amps meet with amphoras and umbrella
Codeine and kava to numb the pain and swallow up radio tension
Coming in from the sun I can't escape the meaningless drivel
I'm itching to get back to forested opiate rival
To this hell driven succabus whore waiting pelvic glissando
Who chatters with teeth ripped from a face of beauty
Our languid sylvian dream protects with codex placed mouth
Speak a truth that none here may understand nor answer
Regardless how many logs are chopped within
And dragged screeching to be made radiogram antique wood effect
Chattering like a pit of lost souls battling to out compete.'
Followed from Cornwall to Croatia by the same asthmatic gulls.
Germans start with bier and Hvasska start with cigarettes.
One is conquerering the other in a tyranny of stereotypical pivo
And the residents are consumed into a smoking death.
Last night I saw a meteor and today I saw a flying fish
While on the quay dock-hands throw a new catch to the town.
A vast catch.
Five trucks, varying sizes, full to the rafters with sardines.
I meet a couple of Scots. Both are obsessed with the exchange rates; they don't you get it ... live your holiday don't recall forever the ways of the UK!
Dra gon ya
Por to rož
Po reč (this could be the Porridge I heard a couple mention in Piran)
Krun či či
Opcinà
Limski kanal
Eating out last night our host in Galeb - Salvo - reminds me of Enoch Powell ... but served lovely soup.
It seems to me that Japanese tourists are stereotypical. We arrive at a shocking shocking bus station in Poreč and there is a reason to take a photo? Getaway! Maybe they are seeing something worthy of megabits and mega-pixels?
On the campsite trail. I come upon my first naturist camp. 3km from Poreč.
Rotel tours - www.rotel.de - arrived alongside me in Rovinj.
With great advice I arrive at Porton Biondi
How many days shall I stay here. I have to chill out tomorrow and stuff. Then perhaps move on by third night. It needs to be value for money. Maybe move the tent to a less bumpy plot or get a better under roll.
Actually I feel better already. The facilities are good. I am the cleanest I have been in 2 or 3 weeks. And that includes Ross and Cambridge.
Right. Jobs today. Get to a supermarket and save money.
Just spotted Paul Scott aged 65! Exactly! But Croatian.
Osijek
Found a small supermarket. But adequate. Need to go back to campsite. One last coffee then back to campsite. Town closes from 2 until 5 for siesta.
Internet in main square is 10kn for 50mb.
So often my writing becomes banal. Whenever I am not finding life difficult I stop groaning and can't paint, draw, write or compose. Today is a good day. I realise this. Smile.
Rovinj has a wine and free food festival tomorrow. Should be fun. Joy!
'Charging your iPhone in the randomise of coffee cup drench
Caffeine and amps meet with amphoras and umbrella
Codeine and kava to numb the pain and swallow up radio tension
Coming in from the sun I can't escape the meaningless drivel
I'm itching to get back to forested opiate rival
To this hell driven succabus whore waiting pelvic glissando
Who chatters with teeth ripped from a face of beauty
Our languid sylvian dream protects with codex placed mouth
Speak a truth that none here may understand nor answer
Regardless how many logs are chopped within
And dragged screeching to be made radiogram antique wood effect
Chattering like a pit of lost souls battling to out compete.'
Followed from Cornwall to Croatia by the same asthmatic gulls.
Germans start with bier and Hvasska start with cigarettes.
One is conquerering the other in a tyranny of stereotypical pivo
And the residents are consumed into a smoking death.
Last night I saw a meteor and today I saw a flying fish
While on the quay dock-hands throw a new catch to the town.
A vast catch.
Five trucks, varying sizes, full to the rafters with sardines.
I meet a couple of Scots. Both are obsessed with the exchange rates; they don't you get it ... live your holiday don't recall forever the ways of the UK!
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