Its hot here, and despite my protestations that its hotter in Turkey, well ity probably is, but i’m well out of practice and because I have to walk thousands of miles a day to get a good coffee, i’m sporting the sweaty middle aged man look; a darkening patch of pheromone releasing damp at my chest, the back under the day pack soaking topped off with damp pits. I’m a disgrace and don’t I know it, what i’d do for a dip into an ice pool at some trendy spa before I sit down for business, having fully towelled and talced obviously. Just to reassure anyone reading this I am not here for actual business, I use the term loosely to mean general goings on which require me to be slightyl less sweaty.

Having said all that today I was asked by at least 3 waitresses if I wanted a drink, as I walked past, which goes to show, i’ve still got it.

The sun disappeared for a short time early evening, forcing an exodus from Cavtat over the hills and back into Montenegro or wherever they were headed. I left the beach, came home and checked my bank account, which is considerablyt lower than it was 7 days ago. I was thinking that airport drinks were pricey and they are, very much so, sadly compulsory, but here, in comparison to Turkey, I reckon we’re spending about 3 times what we do over there, for drink, a feed and light entertainment. Maybe i’m whinging about nothing, but I think we’re spoilt in Akayaka, we shall be returning next year with a bit of fortune and a fair wind. The astringent cost of everything is slightly prohibitive, my wallet is contracting. but come to Croatia if you’ve got a few quid, stay where we are and your calves will be rock hard. Every  cloud…