Day 5 I think of our Croatian odyssey and theres a few things to note thus far. As the heat here isn’t as hot as Akayaka it certainly feels to me as hot as Akayaka. Due to the lack of heat and a summer season to note back in Blighty my tolerance to any sort of heat has been curtailed by the effects of a global climate crisis of which we seem to be teetering around the edge of, the event horizon, the cusp of a massive upturn of global weather patterns. But to put this in context as to my holiday i wish to look at the effects on a more micro scale.

My new hair cut is proving tricky to control; with growth comes the not inconsequential issue of care and style, both of which ran to splashing shower gel on my head in the shower only a few months ago, and assuming the hair would look ok, it wasn’t long and sir didn’t do anything. Now it seems to have a mind of its own and a by product of this has lead to me avoiding avoiding mirrors as I used to, in part due to “family banter” and in part sue to seeing my hair from the corner of my eye when I never used to. Indeed this morning after my ablutions I noticed I was rocking the David Lynch look, a tricky style to pull off  anywhere other than in the privacy of ones own bathroom. Its either Lynch of Ted Bovis (google him) and any number of styles in between art the moment, so we’ll see where this particular path leads.

My past insistance of extolling the virtues of Crocs may be coming to an end, due (once again) to giving myself blisters where they shouldn’t be, in the literal mountain climb we have to do daily maybe three times back to our apartment. The middle toe of my left foot, the inner arch of both feet and some developing rubbings to the outside of the feet. In fact these sores have led to me not wearing shoes at all for the walk down, around and up of Cavtat. There’s an element of misplaced uncomfortable nostalgia dating back to my traveling days around Asia where I didn’t wear shoes for months, but also thew look and feel of a man in his 50’s who should know much better. So the new kid on the block is the trainer paired with a short sock barely visible (these have a name but I’m buggered if I know what they are, trainer socks possibly logically) Anyway my new trainers, purchased from Sports Direct, stitched by Vietnamese children and sold by a sports company of dubious workers rights, has left me ethically bankrupt, but my god its like walking on clouds when within clouds; Blisters and style begone.

My children have both started running, my daughter early in the morning before the heat gets too high and my son later on in the morning when it is far too hot, prompting Mrs T and my daughter to go down into town looking for him. I’m sure he’s ok, if hot. News flash… He is, but he’s hot. Anyway this could be short lived, they’ve started but this could also be the finish. We’ll see.

Off to Dubrovnik later, here’s some sunset shots.