A rebel without a clue.

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 ...