Monthly Archives: May 2013

Zadar is stunning.  Watching the sun go down across the bay and you know that ol’ hitch was right.  Gloriously lazy skies awash with the brush-srokes of a master painter.  Sun-kissed narrow old town streets with historic charm and intrigue.  Wonderful sea-food restaurants, and of course the finest hostel I’ve ever stayed in.  Oh and the …

Right people listen up.  Get your butts to Zadar.  Live at the Wild Fig Hostel.  Make tons of new mates and stay up every night until the sunrise and then throw yourselves into the Adriatic sea three sheets to the wind, slicing your hands on rocks.  I promise all kinds of fun and debauchery.  Not …

Alfred Hitchcock famously waxed lyrical about the stunning sunsets in Zadar on a visit there in 1967.  I think.  They’re very proud of this fact, and if it’s good enough for Hitch it’s good enough for me.  I’ve not taken one photograph in Zagreb, and a glance at the weather for the week ahead confirms …

World.  I’m sorry.  I’m genuinely sorry for the knuckle dragging neanderthals that infest your beautiful countries and destroy whole city centres in running battles of drunken carnage stag nights.  From the UK.  And Ireland.  Every corner is represented.  And by every corner I specifically mean English.  English animals.  Brits abroad.  We watched in utter disbelief …