Croatia - A country with big asses and even bigger pizzas.

Seriously i got no photos of asses, but have a look at the pizza. After getting through two-thirds of it, i could barely amble the 100 odd metres to the hostel. Each step i took, i had to reswallow a mouthful of pizza. Not so delicious the second time round. Reminded me of an all you can eat competition us stupid uni boys had once. I really need to learn from my mistakes. And please forgive the hair. Tigi is shit. Don't use them. For great control of my hair at a reasonable price, I choose PPS Super Goop. It's like viagra for your hair.

And now to asses. Missed a great photo opportunity of a peasant woman dragging a donkey down a hill, through a nice rustic village. The other ass encounter was an entirely different story. At a water mill, we accidentally walked through someones house thinking it was a water mill. As i exited the front door, I was greeted by the sight of a peasant woman, squatting over a stream, skirt around the ankles, underwear no where to be seen (lord why did thee forsaken me?). Anyways.. i was also greeted by an aroma reminiscent of decomposing onions. Felt like someone had smacked me in the face with a bag full of rectums and colons.

But apart from pizzas, donkeys, and onions, Croatia has lots of beaches. Lots of pebbly beaches. Its great cause when you get them in your undies or crack, you just reach in and pull it out. None of this trying to wash it out in the surf business (sometimes you may have to wash the pebble though). There is no surf but the water is truelly amazing. Clearer than my conscience and colder than my demeanor.

And for all those looking for tips, On Mljet Island is a blue grotto/cave thing you can swim through like we did. Or you can pull a leaky boat down and paddle through it. Like we did. Go to Hvar for sunworshipping and drinking with taxi-boat drivers and knife wielding slovenians (don't ask). Dubrovnik for meeting that rare breed of travellers - the Australian, and Plitvice National Park for postcard perfect scenery.

Oh, Plitvice Lakes. Could you get any prettier. So many waterfalls, so many waterfalls yet so few buses. I had to run back a few kms to the car cause we missed the last bus back to the entrance. And i had just eaten a few giant sausages. Again there was much re-digesting of food going on. Blardy.... And to top it off I took a drink from one of the waterfall to try and take a little of Plitvice with me. Instead the microbes took alot of my sausages later that night. Stupid duck faeces.

A great country, friendly people (real friendly, one girl showed us how to make Bambooz, a local drink made of cheap red wine and coke. Tastes like sangria). And to Kate and Beck, next time we'll find the right 'cafe' before they close. And too all those people i met along the way - i'll pay you back next time I see you. I swear ;-)