It’s funny how life works. How things can come full circle. I’m standing at the Lucko toll booth on the outskirts of Zagreb. Exactly the same toll booth I stood at back in May, before embarking on a whirlwind summer of excess. So – am I going back to Zadar, you muse? He can’t be! Alas dear readers, I’m not; but I am going back to Vienna.
Gasps of horror arise. When are you actually going to India?! All in good time my friends, all in good time. Right now I’ve been offered a chance to go to the annual hostel conference for free, and it’s too good of an opportunity to turn down for a number of reasons. And one reason in particular. That I’m not going to tell you. Networking darlings, networking. I only hope they don’t recognise me at the hostel after I got thrown out last year for telling a cleaning lady to go fuck herself.
So very soon the Wild Fig team is being whisked through three countries and I find myself back for the third time in a city I can’t appear to leave. Within seconds of arriving I’m frequenting the old haunts and reacquainting myself with the old crew. I’ve not had a drink in a week – something of a record for me – and back where the beer is tasty I don’t intend on remaining dry for much longer. I’m in bed by a shameful 11pm.
Returning to old haunts
It’s funny how life works. How things can come full circle. I’m standing at the Lucko toll booth on the outskirts of Zagreb. Exactly the same toll booth I stood at back in May, before embarking on a whirlwind summer of excess. So – am I going back to Zadar, you muse? He can’t be! Alas dear readers, I’m not; but I am going back to Vienna.
Gasps of horror arise. When are you actually going to India?! All in good time my friends, all in good time. Right now I’ve been offered a chance to go to the annual hostel conference for free, and it’s too good of an opportunity to turn down for a number of reasons. And one reason in particular. That I’m not going to tell you. Networking darlings, networking. I only hope they don’t recognise me at the hostel after I got thrown out last year for telling a cleaning lady to go fuck herself.
So very soon the Wild Fig team is being whisked through three countries and I find myself back for the third time in a city I can’t appear to leave. Within seconds of arriving I’m frequenting the old haunts and reacquainting myself with the old crew. I’ve not had a drink in a week – something of a record for me – and back where the beer is tasty I don’t intend on remaining dry for much longer. I’m in bed by a shameful 11pm.