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 ...

I think that rain changes everything. I must nurse Tomislav and hope that this rain is one huge expletive. It breathes in and out. One minute heavy and another soft but ever present. I think today I wish I owned an umbrella. And a bowler hat. An umbrella with a cane handle or bone or ivory. This is another Saturday night washed out. In Diocletian's palace there are many arches to shelter amongst with drowned Americans really suffering the abominable weather is this gadforsaken cidy. I think I'll go back to read and to sleep after the rain petters out...

There must be a reason why I always travel alone. And trace a route solo. How I dwell in once glorious piazzas and temples of gold where many pass but none offer a welcoming hand. I have to force so rudely upon them and hope the bait be taken. I must for lives I lived make an effort to attach my presence presently to someone on their journey home to Rijeka. I am capable. But maybe I am an age, I alone, see as young?

Rain has come and emptied the ancient streets Everywhere people rush to watch TV And chase the sun back as it retreats Wailing on the edge of reason As it is safe to say goodbye and This is the end of the season I wrote a postcard To the 'O so dear' And got back to white proto-vino Nature on the VHF channel That bored my senses and Closed my lids until it disappeared For the pattering to remain Maddening the vanished crowd Starring cross eyed out of a window Where the glass merges tears And rain in torrents drowns Lanes and alleys whispering please And we have no joy from hearing A repeated drumming withering nerves Frayed screams and forgotten dreams Stood on an imagined pier.

Hi Paul, This is the first day when finally autumn gas stretched it's brown hands over my green eyed stare... Still it's all good in Split. Mores the question can I camp in the sodding rain up in Rijeka? Well it's a good tent so undoubtedly. I hope that my blog will be the beginning of something as if I can write around the edges I've got it! Where are you living currently?