A rebel without a clue.

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 ...