Note: Sorry for lack of posts recently! Everything has been hectic – working, relationshipping, being on primetime TV (!). However I am going to make an effort to catch up on some things I’ve been up to… in due course. Here’s a blast from the past.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away… I was 18 and had just got my A-level results. My friends were also 18 and had just got their A-level results. It’s a rite of passage that you have to go on holiday to celebrate the end of school, and we undertook it gleefully, choosing not Ayia Napa, Magaluf or Kos for our end-of-school bonanza but – er – Croatia. #hipsters
Croatia’s become a much feted holiday destination since Dubrovnik’s Game of Thrones fame got everyone spaffing over it, but back in the Stone Age of September 2010, everyone thought we were a bit weird to go there. We were vindicated by having a magnificent time (bar the awkwardness of my ex and I having to share breathing space, having broken up a month before going. Made for some crackingly tense bickering matches though). One of the gorgeous places we discovered – courtesy of Adam, the immaculately organised one who planned the whole thing while we dicked around and shouted “GASH QUEST!” at children/hit on oblivious nonagenarian nuns a lot – was Krka National Park, of which a photoblog to follow in the not too distant future. However it was on the journey back from Krka that we stumbled across the unexpected; while waiting for a bus connection in Sibenik, we accidentally found ourselves in the midst of a colourful local festival. I have no idea what was going on, but it was pretty cool nonetheless: