watch out elijah

i am looking more and more like frodo with every swim... the salt levels in the adriatic are uncannily high which both allows for easy floating and great volumous bouncing hobit-esque curls

lucy and i have inadvertantly managed to spend an extra night "trapped" in paradise; she has the fortunate habit of remembering lost things just before we get on busses/ferries/other forms of long-distance transportation. thismorning as we waited for our ferry back to the croatian mainland town of split she realised that her keycard was missing. after unpacking her things onto the pavement a couple of times we concluded that it must be stuck in the atm machine (they have the nasty method of giving you your money before you get your card, which would be fine if it wasn't the exact opposite to the australian versions). liam managed to do the same thing at a coastal stop-off town on the way up from dubrovnik, which was a minor consolation to lucy who thought badly of herself: at least we can stick around until tomorrow when the bank opens for the week and see if they have it behind the desk or in the machine or something.

worked on the tan today and had some panicky thoughts about potential thesis topics for next year; will have to drag my brain into some sort of order before i start thinking seriously about those.

chaos is coming along nicely; both the novel and the character of my travel. what next i wonder

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Anonymous said…
easy dude. nice to see u are getting on well. good to hear you loved vis as much as we did. belgrade was heavy. the fittest girls on the planet. when we die we wanna go to belgrade instead of heaven! seriously, even the fucking icecream sellers blew us away. who needs peruvian icecream...do they have hotties...do they!? went to Bled in NW slovenia..fucking nightmare...dont really wanna talk about it...traumatic...scarring. spent the weekend in Budapest instead...awesome. stay at the Station or backpack guesthouse if you can. In a prison in Ljubljana at the mo (hostel..cool huh) meeting up with the irish for a swansong pissup before we go home on wednesday. where we await your arrival. we will meet up for a beer or seven. although we hear ozzies drink like pussies....! nuff love Benji, Sim, Chris........................ Nice one Bruvvvaaaaa!!!!
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