My quote

"The World is simply my playground, everyone else just happens to be in it."

Saturday 25 September 2010

Coastal Journeying in Croatia and Montenegro


Having touched down at the small airport in Split after a nice flight with magnificent views over the rocky Adriatic coastline with its numerous wooded islands dotting the blue sea, and being herded onto a bus for mere 50m journey from the plane to the terminal, we found ourselves queuing for one of the two immigration desks along with at least two other flight loads of people.  Chaotic scenes ensued as British and Norwegian tourists were swamped by a plane load of Russians with apparently no understanding of the concept of queuing. 

Having negotiated the passport control, and splashing out on an expensive taxi ride in to Split due to the fact that it was evening and we were starving, we were dropped off at the edge of a maze of pedestrian streets and marched off into them thankfully finding our hostel almost straight away.  We were met by the hostel’s ultra friendly host, given a map of the city with various highlighted recommendations, and so the bags were dumped and off we headed.

Wednesday 22 September 2010

Bruges - Temple of Beer

Mention that you’re going to Bruges and different people will think of different things.  The romantics may think of the canals of the “Venice of the North”.  Some may think of the architecture and the main square. Some may well think of delicious chocolates and waffles.  Other will think of mussels and chips with mayonnaise. 

But me?  I thought of the beers.

If Belgian beer was an art form (which it practically is) then Bruges is its Louvre, Guggenheim and Tate Modern all rolled into one.