Damn and double dipped damn!
I mentioned that we were going to do a night climb on Biokovo on Sunday, leaving the riva at 1 am to climb to Vosac – (‘sh’ on the ‘s’) – there I was setting my alarm to haul my crazy self out of bed to meet that appointment, scrogan packed, water packed, banana for breakfast, boots at the ready, even two headlamps just in case… and down came the rain. This in itself is not normal because it doesn’t really rain much here, so the night tramp was cancelled – otkazao je – the second time in three weeks!
And then, I was offered a job last week - get this – working as a hostess on a luxury yacht for 6 Russian and Slovenian people, cruising the Adriatic for 5 days – what a dream job…. And then on Sunday morning the tour company emailed to apologise and say that the clients had cancelled – again with the otkazali su!
Never mind, the sun is shining again, the water is gorgeous again and there are plenty of things to do.
The Tourist Picture is changing slightly though – the Germans have moved on (it’s now full price, they are Low Season Price People it would seem) and there are more French and English voices to be heard. There was an English family on the small beach that I was on popodne (this afternoon) and I think they presumed (well that’s the only explanation for it, unless they are just stupid) that I couldn’t understand what they were saying. Silly really. They would possibly (probably) be embarrassed if they knew that I understood what they were saying. All of it. It kept me amused for quite a while.
So, an update on the fate of Antonija – it says in the paper today that the police and the Gorska Sluzba staff are now searching the river for the seventh day, but suspect that they have been given false information by the guy held in the cells, and in the mean time they are holding him in Bosnia rather than returning him to Croatia in case they end up having nothing to charge him with. It’s the cat and mouse game.
Speaking of which, I just saw a mouse run across the floor in my apartment! Branka warned me about leaving the doors to the terasa open, but how can they be kept shut all the time? The apartment is small, I have been in all of the corners with the broom, but cannot find it! Ohhh, I will have to buy a trap tomorrow, and there is no peanut butter here to bait it with! Peanut butter is my old Reliabile Mt Eden Mouse bait. Poor Branka, she is hiding in her house.
And a wee fairy tale for you. Once upon a time there was a young man who, being enterprising, and creative decided that he would take advantage of the important wealthy people visiting his coastal homeland, and after thinking long and hard and out of the square decided not to sell kukuruz (hot sweet corn) on the beach – instead, he would sell fresh fruit salad. In a plastic cup. With a fork. With a serviette. And a smile. He ventured out on the first morning, full of hope and small change…. But the nasty people who sold the kukuruz objected to the free thinking ‘out of the square’ person, and with a little not so subtle bullying, the boy packed up his free thinking enterprise, admonished himself for Daring to Think Outside of the Square and waited for a small part in the kukuruz racket. And only the man who owned the kukuruz racket lived happily ever after. Well actually, not even him because there was another man above him etc etc. Please note that this story bears no actual relevance to any particular life or situation, the people in the story are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people or situations is coincidental. Ok?
That’s all for now – need to go and hunt that mouse before I go to sleep..
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