Well, I’m back from Croatia. Lovely people, great food — and that was just our flat. I’m kid­ding. Croatians are friendly and help­ful people, and the island of Krk con­tains a range of places to chill out: peace­ful bays, busier towns, and a city or two (where you’ll find, at last, a place that sells Crunchy Nut Cornflakes). A couple of days’ rain, to be sure, and Britta and I did our turn look­ing like Smurf roadkill thanks to our old Sea World ponchos.

The main point of the hol­i­day was go Internet-free, stop writ­ing (at which I was unsuc­cess­ful), and read some books. I made some notes of these books, which I’ll present in my second post.

First of all, though, here’s a pic­ture of me covered with mud — the healthy kind, appar­ently (I still have grit in my ears):

Another of me on the water taxi that con­nects the island of Krk to main­land Croatia. Don’t I look happy? That’s prob­ably because these will be last few hours before a nasty bout of food pois­on­ing. Holidays, eh?

So I missed out on the diving, but my girl­friend told me all about it. Here she is about to take the plunge for the first time:

And seconds before the plunge:

A last one of me, recov­er­ing on a rock some­where:

For those people who know me in the flesh, there will be a online album at some point, once Britta helps me cor­rect my spelling on the cap­tions.

Author: Ian Hocking

Writer and psychologist.

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