Piran, late night melancholy.
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. ...