Croatia Part One – Islands

We listen to progressive house emanating from speakers in trees. We drink Havana club and lime. A disco ball rotates on a threadbare length of fisherman’s rope strung between tarpaulins. We pay by the drink and by the chair. Everybody speaks in Eastern European dialects, never tripping over their mouthfuls of consonants, appearing always suave…

Dog days

The extended and sultry days at the peak of summer. Generally accompanied by a lack of progress.I have been AWOL. I am lost in a haze of sun, sea mist, lacklustre energy. I am awoken daily, several hours after rising from bed when I plunge myself into the icy adriatic. I then proceed to send…