I, Šibenik, and twice Šibenik, but not thrice Šibenik.

Friday night and a couple of Gracin/Tirada Babic glasses (40 kuna per 0.1ltr) at VinoIno, but I know that many tourist cities do lack an authentic grinding underbelly whenever all their best wares are on display so selectively - one wine bar in the entire city. There isn't any hidden depths - which I hope still exists in Prague. It is too immersed in being excursionists and touts tempting passing persons to eat the best food here (cursing under their breath when you hasten away). It always feels there are simply too many very similar, competing (I am not convinced that every establishment isn't owned by the same "families" who won out of the conflicts?) restaurants, bars, tourist agencies, hotels, hostels, cultural and historical icons (churches, walls, castles, citadels, art galleries etc). I have walked far with my free agency, and that real fifth sense I have, but I really can't see through the distorted, cracked and illusionary mirrors presented here to the verdantly lush green Eden.

There was a girl who caught the bus out from Sibenik to Skradin on Thursday to work in a souvenir shop and I saw her again this morning. So she travels an hour from a tourist dollar rich city to another town that emphasised restaurants, bars, tourist agencies, hotels, hostels, cultural and historical icons (churches, walls, castles, citadels, art galleries etc) - what a shallow means of existence.

The group of men I shared a coffee with this AM reflected at the "construction" boom and I thought Spain - another bubble, grab cash fast before it bursts, economy - so much going up at such speed. Nothing is forever, but the charms of restaurants, bars, tourist agencies, hotels, hostels, cultural and historical icons (churches, walls, castles, citadels, art galleries etc) does die down. Once the towering more monoblocks of glass, concrete, steel and decay are built it is a matter of time before the locals can't remember themselves, their nation or their scenery. It is doomed. Beautiful though the natural aspect is there is a finite moment then it fails to entice. Those workers weren't impressed with how their nation was becoming one huge resort.

The wine, as I do recall in 2010, is really over priced now, but not because of supply and demand rather it's so unavailable, even though its is grown everywhere, and has been made an artificial quality consumer item. If you have a celebrated local grape it should be freely available in all tourist bars and those filled with wise/canny/guiley locals? But it isn't - take any French, Spanish or German wine area and it's flaunted from vin de table to grand cru.

Cheap shit from all over Croatia, crap adjunct beers and Somersby Cider (are you having a laugh in a country overflowing with apples, come autumn, that all you have is this concentrate gut rot)? It is a lie. Easily sold, because it is a fraction of the cost of the overly taxed Northern European states, even though I can't help feeling ripped off here as well because the quality is missing; or the gradients of poor, OK, good, excellent isn't open to consumer choice. Only shop in supermarkets because the market stall holders sell exactly the same oranges, apples and bananas. So far I've not found truly local olive oil that wasn't an absolute rip off at 80 kunas - but they know we've been told how good olive oil is here so the cost is up, but the quantity is the same! Don't be tricked in the local markets unless it is selling fish! It is in me to return to Vis for wine, olive oil, figs and fish to see how fast it has slipped to where the rest I am visiting have descended?

Truly I need to get away into the interior and absent myself from the coast very soon. It is a wonderful view of the Adriatic Sea, but in every nanosecond there is another view created, out of the suggestions of the universe inherent in ourselves, as soon as our mood alters from joy to depression; or in mine at least. It is because I am looking for more where there really isn't anymore. It really frightens me to not feel it for very long; the drug wears off too soon. What made me so numb to restaurants, bars, tourist agencies, hotels, hostels, cultural and historical icons (churches, walls, castles, citadels, art galleries etc.)? Am I barren of hope in the famine of my dreams? Begone. Dubrovnik tomorrow ...