...just when you think it's done you put it back in!
Croatia was great, if a little on the hot and sticky side of things. Things are pretty cheap over there apart from electricity, meaning if you buy your beers pre-cooled from the Croatian Tesco (KONZUM) you have to pay a bit extra but very little in real terms. A plastic 2 litre bottle of the local lager was about £2.30.
World Cup commentary is a little like The Fast Show's Channel 9 sketch, with the occasional recognisable name coming through apparent gibberish.
Someone ordered a Black Russian and was presented with a drink containing vodka, blue curacao and lime juice. This is also what was printed on the menu and the barman tried to convince us this was a standard Croatian version. ZESTY.
There are lots of cats EVERYWHERE and while many are mangy there are a bunch who are happy to be stroked. They like to just hang out and eat the occasional pigeon.
(For Jack) The vegetarian restaurant in Dubrovnik is called Nishta, which means 'nothing' because (Lonely Planet claims) when the locals heard it served no meat or fish they concluded that it must serve nothing.
Croatian Come Dine With Me is a po-faced and serious affair unless what they were saying in Croat was high humour and no one cracked a smile deliberately to put us off. There was no voice over, just a presenter who went round to the person's house before the episode and helped them shop for their ingredients.
There are a lot of VERY flash boats out there and they all had a British flag on for some reason - a red one with the Union Jack in the corner.
Taking the catamaran ferry out of Split harbour to Hvar was somewhat like that moment in a Star Trek movie where they take the ship out of space dock and go to warp 4 or something. I enjoyed that bit but not the bit where it was ploughing through waves like a bucking broncho twenty minutes later.