My relief as the turbo-prop plane touches down in the dark morning is palpable. The flight has been loud and bumpy. Pam’s right hand still bears the crush marks. There are four passengers alighting at Zadar, we scamper across the chilly tarmac and enter the terminal. So far we have been what I feel is…
The sun is very low on the horizon as we sit on the steps in front of the apartment building waiting for the arrival of the landlord to let us in. He soon arrives, introduces himself and shakes our hands. We are upstairs taking off our packs in the apartment which has a kitchenette, good…
The bus we intend to take to Pula does not leave until 12:30pm and Pam intends to make use of our last morning in Zagreb by visiting the strangely titled ‘Museum of Broken Relationships’ which opens at 9:00am. We must also pick up our laundry and pack our bags before catching the tram to the…
The lovely girl who had ushered us into the apartment lives in the apartment next door with her mother. We had met her mother a couple of days earlier, she is a friendly enthusiastic person who when hearing we were going to visit Samobor told us that ‘she comes from Samobor and she would like…
Since touching down in Zagreb it has become chillingly obvious to us both that we are ill prepared for the coming winter months. The time to take action to remedy this situation is now. Pam’s work life for the previous fifteen years has involved going into shopping centers and malls on a professional basis and…
Pam is seeking to redeem our lazy days in Bantard by walking, walking, walking in Zagreb as much as we are able to. She is keen to walk along the Sava river and in a bid to match her sado-masochistic tendencies I plan a long and winding route. The morning is grey, with cloud hanging…
Here we are in the Paris ring road traffic madhouse again. Scooters and motorcycles blasting by, zipping in and out of lanes, their hazard lights flashing and their beeping horns giving ample demonstrations of the doppler effect. Ahead there has been an accident, we crawl and crawl forward making slower progress than when we were…
During the night in Finesterre we decide to return to Santiago for two nights before heading back to France. We have been generously offered accommodation for a few weeks by a friend who has a restored ‘barn’ in the rural french area of Bantard. The WiFi in Finesterre is patchy at best and we have…
Fisterra – Cape Finisterre Looks like our plan to convert to Spanish time is finally working. I wake up at about ten am. Pam of course has been awake for hours and is keen to up and at ’em. She has forgotten our discussion from the previous night to check out as late as possible…
Negreira – Santiago – Fisterra We wake to the sound of heavy rain and gusty wind. Last night we came to the conclusion that neither of us were enjoying walking in the wet weather (surprise, surprise) and that we needed to strike a balance between the chance of injury in the wet (high) versus the…
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