Going at it in the Lapad Peninsula

I find it odd that a mere 1-hour time difference between the UK and the continent still has some sort of effect on my droopy eyelids. And even odder that just this morning I walked the length of the Lapad Peninsula (and once more in Old Town) in Dubrovnik, and type this late at night back in the UK.

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Sometimes it is too much to process. I set off early from the Pension in the hopes of catching the airport bus, only to have a taxi pull up at the buss-stop at the same time, offering the same price to the airport. It sounded too good to be true. But I hopped in, along with another couple whom I met just a week ago taking the same airport bus with me into Dubrovnik when we both arrived. What coincidence. It turned out that the taxi driver needed to pick some people up from the airport and thought of sending passengers there as well. Mutually beneficial, so he said.


That couple who were also in the taxi waxed lyrical about Dubrovnik, its sun-soaked atmosphere and the friendly people, while the driver seemed pleased to hear it. The mutual sentiment amongst them was that Montenegrins have sold their souls when they sold their lands to the Russians.

“You have done a good job,” the woman said. “Everything is so nice, so well-done.”

I did not say very much throughout their animated chatter. Tiredness prevented me from reflecting too much, which, I suppose, in hindsight, is probably a good thing. Will I miss the spectacular scenery? Certainly. The daily dose of gelato? Sure. The sun? Well…perhaps, despite the outbreak of hives and a rather bad sunburn on my back and shoulders. There was a visible tan there after all! The people? I’m mixed.

I’m glad to be back here actually because I’ve always needed the cooler weather more than I like the heat. The blast of cold air that hit me in the face was rather welcome, despite the loud complaints from the other passengers.

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The bus journey to Korcula runs daily at 3pm from the bus terminal and seeing that the check-out time at Pension Stankovich is at 10am, the morning was spent wandering about in the sweltering heat and finally into the Taj Mahal, a small konoba off the Stradun that serves strangely, Bosnian rather than Indian food. […]

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The Former Yugoslavia

Trying to make sense of the Balkan conflict is no easy feat, particularly when I’d aimed for a reasonable grasp of the region’s complicated, bloody history by the time the plane touches down in Dubrovnik. Then I found this rather illuminating article, which impressed me so much that I thought it should be given its space […]

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Insane Balkanology

“I don’t know why you always plan your trips like it’s the first and only time you’ll ever see these places,” TC told me. “When we were in London, it was like boot camp! No wonder I was so grumpy always.” How was I to articulate that spontaneously that it could very well be the […]

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Istanbul Revisited

There are probably many existing copies of the Ayasofya and the Blue Mosque that I have in my photo database, but I took more yet again, in the hope of getting clear shots during a rare, clear winter day. The weather was for most part, as irritatingly cold and damp as I remembered, and did […]

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