Author: Andrew Reilly

I picked up the last rental car in Split, on the morning of the 28th. Of course they didn’t have the model I’d specified. Thought that by “optioning up” to an SUV I would at least have adequate luggage room, but it turns out that the luggage capacity of our Nissan is even less than…

Went out for coffee around eight. The recommended coffee shop was indeed excellent, and what’s perhaps even better, located so that I had to find my way through the fresh food market stalls to reach him. The whole eastern side of old Split is given over to ancient stone-tables of market stalls, and every one…

Picked up the hire car near the ferry terminal, where we planned to drop it off, but where there wasn’t a good place to stop, apparently. So the hire man whisked me away to the roof-top carpark of the local supermarket where we discovered that the fire (or something) seemed to have knocked out the…

The morning of the 25th was clear but still quite windy, and a little cool with it. When I first looked out, I could see smoke rising from the hills across the channel, which the maps suggest was probably near the town of Orebić. By mid morning it was clear that there were forrest fires…

On the 23rd, Cath and I were up and moving early enough to get to the ticket sellers entrance to the wall walk (southern gate) just after they opened, at 8AM. The idea being to avoid heavy queuing, heavy crowds and as much heat as possible. We weren’t the first, but the plan was broadly…

We got in to Dubrovnik around 6PM last night, after a 6AM start, which was even shakier than usual because I’d managed to food poison myself somehow, and had been up several times at night to make a mess. There are direct flights to Dubrovnik from Copenhagen, but somehow we found that we were routed…

Simple day of sightseeing in the “big smoke”, such as it is here. The Cathedral (see feature photo) is much nicer, in my opinion, than the one by the same architect in Akurery. The top was visible at the top of the street our apartment was on, so we just walked straight up to it.…

Last Icelandic rural or wilderness visit for us on this trip. Þingvellir (that first part is pronounced “Thing”, not sure about the last part) is east and slightly north of Reykjavik. It’s a big national park, taking in a large lake and all of the space between the dropped floor of a rift valley. Arguably…