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So we thought we had seen and experienced all the beauty that could fit into our small minds, until we arrived in Rovinj. We  had both just endured the heavens opening up and dumping the whole Mediterranean on the highway between Plitvice Lakes and the coast, with the added bonus of an unwanted stop in Rijeka and the rest of our sightseeing plans washed into the gutter with the grey angry clouds. We additionally experienced the longest train crossing in history of the world – i.e. a good 15min wait before the train arrived, coupled with another good 15min wait after the train had passed. However, the odd blessing of this route was seeing an old man missing a bunch of teeth who had tied his belongings to a stick over his shoulder and was hiking up the road, along with the opportunity to experience rural Croatia. Which is just that – rural. I think perhaps the ratio of inhabitable houses, half built/stalled houses and ruined houses would be 1-1-1. It never ceases to amaze me the amount of ruined things there are in Europe – broken walls, foundations of old stone houses, even windows hewn into rock faces. Any of these things would be roped off in Australia and listed as natural heritage. But in Europe, usually it is something to do with the war, and they just get on with it. Fascinating.

Therefore when we arrived we were expecting nothing good from Rovinj. The city was charming from the outside, but we had our suitcases and a car rental return to contend with, so we brushed it aside. As evening fell the town won us over without even trying. The polished cobblestone alleys and beautifully presented homely restaurants with half Croatian/Italian facades which glowed with reds, oranges and yellows in the dying sun, stole our affections. It is said that Rovinj is one of the most romantic cities in the world and we wholeheartedly agreed! We spent many hours strolling hand in hand through the Old Town where we were staying, just soaking in the ambiance. Everywhere you look in Rovinj there is colour, character and charm. You look up and you see women pegging out their washing between the alleyways, colourful shutters, worn wood windowstills, overflowing potplants and a radiant blue sky as the backdrop. You look down and see smooth stone of all different levels and shapes, gathered together like a jigsaw puzzle to form some kind of pavement (not for high heels or rolling suitcases!). You look from side to side and see locals sitting in courtyards having a smoke, tiny worn doorways, colourful window displays and vibrant shades upon the walls which are very much reminiscent of the Italian influence upon the city.

The thing that Joel and I most enjoyed about Rovinj was the culture. The city has traditionally been inhabited by artists, who flock there to open tiny galleries in the walls of the Old Town, and the diversity and character of these working artists was quite special and a privilege to witness. We only wished we owned a house to warrant some serious art shopping as more than one artwork captured our imagination and attention. Peering into these galleries late at night and seeing an old gentleman painting an oil landscape, or a young girl printing etching screens on tshirts, thrilled us both to no end. In fact it was one such gallery that made our experience in Rovinj something to remember! One night we poked our heads into a gallery at about 11pm as there was an artwork there that had arrested my interest, to find 3 men in their late 20’s/early 30’s sipping away on a local Croatian brandy. They promptly offered us a shot and so ensued a hilarious night where we were introduced to Croatian beer and we educated the Croats on the art of planking (which they were only too keen to take part in). We met a lot of their friends later that night who were all lovely and we learnt a great deal about Croatian culture, quirks, and daily life (with a bit of history thrown in there). It was enjoyable not only to spend time with people our own age, but to experience local Croatian life in such an organic way. If only we had of been able to stay longer we would have been able to take them up on a local fishing trip and an infamous home cooked Tuna Stew (hmmm! At least it wasn’t salmon!). I should have asked them why every city had birds swooping from tower to post, but forgot. The bird phenomena will remain a mystery until next time.

Our days were whiled away with swimming in the Med from a vantage point outside the walls of the city, walks through pine forests, coveting artworks, a trip up the hill to the city’s church and learning about the history there, ice cream, photography exhibitions and more attempts to avoid the Croat menu. The latter was not successful, although I did find some minestrone soup which broke the monotony. We are seriously craving some rustic bread from Woolworths and some fresh juice which is next to impossible to find here. The markets (shops) are so small that Joel and I are in constant bewilderment as to what Croats cook with such a limited choice of ingredients. Aussies – appreciate your fine cuisines!

So with that we were off to Piran via bus, reluctantly might I add. Until the lady at the bus station ran at me aggressively demanding 5 Kuna for using the toilet. Then I was happy to depart. But we left a little piece of us in Rovinj – definitely a place to return to in the future…If you ever get the opportunity to visit, we promise you won’t be disappointed.

All our love,

Loz & Joel xx

Plitvice Lakes

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Joel here.

The following words are very special. Not because of how they are to be written but purely about the subject matter that is being written about. I feel so very privileged to write about this special place in the World.

May I introduce to you Plitvice Lakes.

Over the past few days after our visit Lauren and I have been constantly recalling the many wonders that this place has to offer. This is how we saw it…

We jumped in our rented car from Split and I must say I sat in the driver’s seat for a good minute as I tried to orient myself with how to drive on the other side of the road. After a couple of “interesting moments” we found our way onto the highway and we were bound for this place that captured our attention over a year ago via a website displaying the ‘Top 10 most beautiful places in the World’. It didn’t disappoint.

We arrived at Plitvice Lakes just after lunch and decided it was time to get a ticket and explore. Without trying to make all those that are reading this too jealous, well, it was like nothing else we had ever seen. We jumped onto the wooden board-walk (which must go for 10km’s plus through the whole park) and turned the first corner and caught our breath. We were met with two words “Valiki Slap”. Now my Croatian isn’t wonderful and far from fluent, however I was able to decipher that ‘Slap’ means waterfall. I am not to sure what the word Valiki means but it must mean something like ‘epic’ or ‘amazing’ or ‘get-a-load-of-this’. I can remember that some of my first words uttered weren’t even recognisable as I was left speechless at this natural beauty and then I think I turned to Lauren and asked her if she thought that the water had the ability to give ‘everlasting life’. We had arrived at the eternal springs.

The blue water doesn’t register on any known colour wheel, there is cascade after cascade of waterfalls, there are caves and chasms everywhere you look, the board-walks take you directly over the raging rivers below, the fish are so clear you think they are floating and for us it was pretty much deserted for the first day. In the morning it had apparently stormed quite ferociously, which sent all the buses of asian tourists packing and left a clear sun-filled board walk for the afternoon. We felt very lucky. Lauren even said, and I quote, “when you grow up, you realise that all those fantasy lands don’t exist, you know all those ones that you read about as a kid. Peter Pan, Lord of the Rings, Middle Earth… Well this one does”. This is due to 3 of Lauren’s most favourite things being, 1. Clear water, 2. Open spaces and 3. The smell of pine trees. At times the excitement of these 3 worlds aligning was all too much for Lauren to contain and she ran, jumped, skipped, hopped, leaped and hooted along the boardwalk. It added to the beauty.

Anyway, enough of my ranting. I think that you get the picture that we both highly recommend a visit to this place. As far as what there is to see, the lakes consist of two separate parts, the lower lakes and the upper lakes. We chose to tackle the lower lakes first. As the pictures display we just soaked up all that the lakes had to offer. We stayed until the closing minute and we prayed with might that the next day would also be just as sunny. It was. We felt very blessed.

What the pictures don’t portray is that there were many many snake sightings. There are native water snakes that live all around the banks of the river. I must say that there was one particular moment on the 1st day that I thoroughly enjoyed. We saw a water-snake try and attack a fish in the water and then swim around and poke it’s head out for a while as though to say to us “now is the time to take a photo” however I was too smart and caught it all of a video which includes commentary in a Steve Irwin style manner. It looks like it is all in HD however that can only be attributed to the clearest of blue water that the event took place in.

Where we stayed deserves an equal mention as it was as much a fairytale as where we visited. Let me just summarise. Upon arrival at our Villa we were greeted by a lovely lady who laughed after every sentence as though unsure if her english had been delivered in the right way. Now, I would include her name, however it is not only impossible to spell but also impossible to pronounce. For the purpose of this blog we will all assume her name is “Mareta”.
After our first meetings with Mareta the following events that occurred, in both cronological order and order of greatness, put a smile on our faces. 1. We got an upgrade to a bigger room which had a very comfy King bed. 2. We were invited upstairs to sample some of Mareta’s home made plum-brandy. 3. This was followed by an array of home-baked cakes 4. We were able to cook one of our first home-cooked meals in weeks in Mareta’s own kitchen 5. We were given a very healthy sample of some cheese from a HUGE wheel of delicious cheddar fresh from the farm… and finally the sealer 6. Mareta, God bless her, offered to do our washing from the past two weeks. Now, not only did she do our washing from the last two weeks but it was all ironed and folded when we arrived back from our day at the lakes. It can safely be said that the accommodation mirrored the fairytale place we were visiting and were very sad to say goodbye to this part of the world and our terrific host.

Next stop, Rovinj.

Big Love



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With the rising of a new day we were headed back to the mainland of Croatia, to the city of Split, which is commonly referred to as a ‘gateway to the Adriatic’ and the second biggest city in Croatia. As soon as our catamaran docked we could understand why, every cruise liner and their pet parrot were birthed in the port and suitcases were a traffic hazzard as people ran riot trying to find the correct boat or ship to board. Joel and I, the ‘clear water snobs’ peered with dismay into the sea, which, although still stunning, did not in any way, shape or form resemble the sparkling Adriatic we had become accustomed to. Lucky I sat in the Port at Hvar and bid the aqua spectacular a fond farewell before arriving in Split or I would have felt most ripped off!

Joel had done his research beforehand, and I followed like a handmaiden in pursuit of his coffee, or ‘the bean’ as it is now referred (“it’s not so much about the skill of the barista, although that is important, but it is essential they use a good bean”). Not being a coffee drinker myself, the backpack suddenly felt like bricks, and the sampsonite wheels lost their spinning glory as I followed his vague directions (at best) to cafe Element just outside the Palace walls. Joel promptly ordered a latte and I waited with my fingers crossed under the table begging it to be good. As twitter banter that followed in that moment with our friends Scotty & Sonja & Josh revealed- I have learnt the success to a good marriage… Get a man his acceptable ‘bean’, and he will fill the rest of your day with smiles. As it was so early in the morning, I was hoping this would come to fruition. I got lucky – the coffee was good. Needless to say, this cafe featured heavily throughout our next two days in Split.

So Split itself, we have decided, is good for a pass through. You wouldn’t have it as a feature of your vacation. The beaches were crowded, not near the centre of town, and whilst still beautiful, doesn’t touch the islands in all their undiluted glory. There is a UNESCO world heritage listed site, the Emperor Diocletian’s Palace, which has been restored as much as possible, through the various architecture and periods that followed his rule. It is quite remarkable, it is open air and filled with gorgeous cobbled streets, cafes, bars and shops. However the Croats decide that shopping stops at midday on Saturday, and resumes on Monday mornings, so they were not much use to us. The bars outnumber the restaurants 2 to 1 and as a result there were many tucked away gems that you would need weeks to experience. That’s the thing with traveling, you can’t do it all, but you just choose to embrace what you can do. This is a hard concept for me to swallow as I like to do it all. Joel by nature would do less, or not much – so we are a good balance on the road!

Our accommodation was a cute little Villa about a 10min walk up cobblestone streets which locals attempt to get cars down, but I think it is maddness as all they do is reverse and get stuck. We enjoyed this place because it was in the heart of every-day living for the Croats, from men who sit in the streets smoking and playing cards, to small children riding bikes and playing skipping and elastics. There is always the swirl of other languages encompassing us, it is starting to become a little frustrating, as we are so used to understanding what children are shouting to their friends, or overhearing what your neighbour at the cafe is complaining about to their partner. If an American or Brit walks past we love to hear what they are chatting about, as even the TV is Croatian and we are in fear of losing our language… no not really, but we do feel quite uncultured. Thanks Australia! Every European we have met speaks 3 or so languages. Thank goodness English is so widely used, we have found that so far every Croat we have had to correspond with speaks very well in the English tongue. With the exception of an old man in a pizza place in a back Alley who responded to Joel’s request for the menu with “I do NOT speak English, and I don’t WANT to speak English” with much flapping of the hands. We promptly left.

During our stay in Split we accomplished a few things: 1. I successfully mastered the art of hanging our washing out the window with a pulley system, and felt ever so local doing it 2. Joel got his ‘bean’ fill 3. I figured out why everyone says ‘Dobra’, it means ‘well/good’ so can be used as a greeting or expression 4. We solidified our incompetence on the dance floor whilst watching the most talented sea of latin dancers in the Palace square at night 5. Joel mastered driving a car on the ‘wrong’ side of the road.

We also found out that the rate of pay for Croats is abysmally low and that all young adults still live at home as a result. We find the food relatively cheap to buy, but when we found out that a good salary is 600 euros a month, we were astounded to see any Croatians shopping at all. It also answered why there are no Croats eating out, particularly in touristed areas. It also justified why there are older ladies walking the streets with signs saying “Sobe” which is Croatian for ‘rooms’, desperate for you to stay at their place. We were quite surprised and offered the young girl renting us our bikes a bed in London if she ever makes it there! Croatians don’t usually travel far due to their currency’s weakness against the euro etc. Hopefully things will improve when they join the EU.

Anyway, that’s all for Split. We can’t wait to update you in our next post about Plitvice Lakes!

All our love. We so enjoy your news so keep emailing us and commenting!

J&L xx

Hvar – part II

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After our boating adventure and day trip out to the blue caves both Lauren and I were kind of thankful that we woke up to a massive storm the next day. It only rained in the morning but it gave us a chance to have a bit of a sleep in. So after the rain stopped on day 3 of Hvar we took the chance to go and check out what the old town had to offer. We had walked through it many times already but hadn’t yet had time to explore off the touristy path in all the back alleys and side streets. Hvar didn’t disappoint. We were able to get a bit more of a taste of how the locals spend their days and also how they make a living. There were old ladies selling their hand-knitted silks and cloths, numerous stalls selling all sorts of lavender inspired items and old men selling their sketch drawings of the old town and its many beautiful attractions.

The wharf at Hvar is filled with non stop movement. Instead of doing some ‘people watching’ from a cafe, we strategically placed ourselves at dinner and did some ‘wharf watching’ over a tasty seafood dish. To see some of the ridiculously massive boats (mainly Russian owners) come and plonk themselves at a port and their rich owners walk off for a bite to eat was quite the scene. We saw the wharf authorities yelling at boat owners who had seemingly skipped the ‘unspoken que’ to dock their boat, weary crews all smashing back beers and playing drinking games on deck and watched many yachts skillfully sail into their allotted space.

Our final day in Hvar brought back the sunshine and with that came another scootering adventure. There were two more places that we wanted to try and get to and so we filled our pack with goodies and set off for our first stop – Jelsa. Driving the scooter through this sort of countryside is stunning in itself even if you don’t have a destination in mind. After stopping a few times along the way to admire the view from the cliff edge we arrived in Jelsa and found that it was hot. Actually really quite hot. So that meant a bay needed to be found and swims needed to be had. As Lauren aptly named it, “pine beach” was our found and loved destination where we stayed and read for many hours and just enjoyed the water in the heat. What I really loved about swimming here is that there are just so many spots all along the coast that it feels like there is noone else around. Also, the locals don’t swim until the peak of summer as they say the 20degree water is far too cold for them. I think they are spoilt. I don’t think the water ever gets much warmer in Australia. After swims and relaxing we stopped in briefly at Stari Grad. We both wished we had more time to explore this town as it was one of the most beautiful towns we had been to. The side alleys once again featured but there were also an abundance of very cute and amazingly welcoming restaurants that were serving up delicious food.. Perhaps next time Stari Grad.

To top off our last night in Hvar we walked around to a beach bar and sat and watched the sun-set with a glass of white wine. I know it sounds cliche but I don’t really care. In this instance cliche was good. It certainly topped off our time in Hvar. Next stop, back to the mainland to the 2nd biggest city in Croatia behind the capital – Split.

Big Love,


Caves & Islands – Hvar part 1

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Hi everyone. Joel here.

Well, Hvar was the setting of our next adventure Croatian adventure. We jumped on the early morning catamaran from Korcula (6am) as there is only one a day and arrived to yet another sunny day upon our new island, Hvar. This is a more happening town than Korcula, but still retains the relaxed nature that we have come to know and love about the Croatian people (pretty much nothing happens before 10am – except for our far too early catamaran – the 6am killer..)

Once we had found our place to stay ( Villa Zorana) we took one look at the crystal water and decided it was time for a boating adventure. We had the exploring spirit inside of us. Enough of the bike riding and scootering for a day, it was time to shoot off on our own self-guided tour upon a speed boat. Well, it had a 5hp motor… (for those that don’t know how fast that is, it is about the speed you see mum’s pushing their prams around a crowded shopping mall…) Despite the speed boat possessing a lack of speed we headed out upon our mighty vessel in search of the Pakleni Islands. These islands start about 2kms from the coast from Hvar Town and in our most speedy vessel we were told it would take 4hrs to navigate our way around all the Islands. Our first stop was Palmizana Bay and it features heavily in the photos, and for good reason. The water here was the clearest that either of us had seen in Croatia thus far. As self-proclaimed skipper of our terrific yacht I lowered the anchor and we remained there for many an hour bobbing up and down. Lauren and I enjoyed just jumping off the front deck of the boat, diving down into the clear water and then back on deck delving back into our respective novels.

With far more of the Island to discover we hauled in the anchor and set off at an almighty pace (not really) around to the next bay. By this time it was well and truly time for some lunch and we tried our hand at a small fishing village (Vlaka) and what they had to offer. Now it must be said that Lauren and I are totally into the random little restruants that run off generators in the middle of nowhere that have strange food with menus that possess no English, however, this small village was an epic fail for a totally different reason other than the food. In fact we didn’t even get to the food. Bumble bees, wasps, huge flies, flying vermin… Whatever they were, we got attacked. Sadly, we only managed to grab a drink along the way whilst swatting off the flying predators and we swiftly made our way back onto our mighty sea-craft and back to Palmizana Bay. Lunch there was good. There were no flying predators to attack us. Enough said.

The next day brought a special moment that we will undoubtedly remember forever. We had seen may google images, visited many a website that raved on about it and heard rumors of its greatness, but nothing could prepare us for the real thing. The blue caves. Wow… As you can see from the photos (which are totally unedited) this place is pretty darn special. The water is naturally lit from below and the water is a vivid and flourescent blue. It totally left us speechless and we totally recommend this as a place worth seeing. It is one of those places that you can actually say, “it needs to be seen to be believed”.

Being around so many beaches, open spaces and beautiful water is very much reminding us both of home. Ahhh Australia. We are soaking up the time in the sun and the 10-20 swims per day as London will not offer us such luxuries when we get into our lives there. We are both well and trying to take advantage of this unique opportunity that we feel so blessed to have. As mentioned in an earlier post, I was able to smuggle onto our flight my guitar and it has been getting a bit of a work out with the surroundings so inspiring for song-writing.

In our lives thus far I don’t think that either Lauren or I have ever had this much time on our hands. We have already been through a thick novel each whilst at Hvar and have been for many a walk around the ocean walls that surround the city. It is good for us. Learning how to relax. A great lesson that we are willing participants in.

Big love to all in Aus. We have many more tales to tell and will keep you updated with our next instalment soon.



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Korcula… what a lovely surprise! Firstly props must go to Dukes (my grandma) who heartily recommended that we include Korcula in our travels “for at least three nights”. So we planned it in and we were not disappointed. Firstly, as you can see in the photos, the ocean greeted us, sparkling blue and so clear that depth did not seem to matter. I was obviously, beside myself. Joel had to calm me down and confiscate the camera so that we could watch the sun set. And the sun set was gorgeous, reds and oranges and a burning yellow ball which took over half an hour to tuck itself to bed. We simply sat with wide eyes, pinching ourselves at how blessed we were!

Our accommodation was fantastic, a little apartment which we were grateful for, as it allowed us to cook our own meals which sounds funny on holidays, but we prefer this, as eating out becomes the norm and we like to see it as a special treat, otherwise it becomes taken for granted. Plus we were already tiring of the Croatian menu which goes like this: ‘pastas, hideously expensive meat dishes, hideously expensive fish dishes, seafood risotto, squid…. and always pizza and bruchetta?!’. Therefore we are hoping for more little kitchens in our travels! Our hosts were fabulous, meeting us as though they already knew us, I thought they were going to hug us they were so happy to have us there! The apartment was smack bang in the middle of Old Town (good finding mum) and made life a little luxurious, and always the waft of cooking fish floating past our door.

Korcula is a stunning town. They are known for the wine they produce and we now have the Croatian Wine Lists down pat. The town itself is like a mini and infinitely more charming version of Dubrovnik, minus the masses of tourists and large Asian tour groups with headsets and paddles. It is a walled city and sticks out into the ocean with its proud clock tower sticking above the rambling alleyways. We instantly loved it, the vibe is relaxed and the Old Town draws you in. Again we were woken in the morning by the bell tower which for some reason always sees fit to ring like it’s life depended on it at 5am in the morning (far more than 5 strokes mind you!). As the sun is rising at 4am it hardly seems to matter, however Croatians don’t get really into anything until 10am so it’s a puzzle to me.

We hired bikes and rode them 13km up the coast to a small town called Racisce. The whole coast was sleeply, with fishing boats, rock wharfs, and the sparkling blue Adriatic under a clear blue sky. It was made even more dramatic as the coast was flanked by steep mountains on the mainland which were awe inspiring and made you admire the diversity of the landscape in Croatia. It is ever changing. We found a little beach and swam and read and basked it all in. I enjoyed riding past little farming huts and the local crops. I could recognise the vineyards but other than that I haven’t the faintest idea what they were growing! You are always stumbling upon some kind of ruin in Europe. I love that!

Another day we hired a scooter and took it up to see the high land in the mountains of Korcula. These tiny towns certainly have a simple life. I wonder what they do all day. I suppose they are all farmers of some sort as there is barely a local market in the towns. We discovered some more stunning beaches, one of them sand which was proudly proclaimed by the Croats, as they are accustomed to pebble beaches and a bit of sand is a rare thing. As Aussies we find that sort of amusing and are enjoying not getting sand in our pants and through our bags and stuck in the frames of our sunnies.

It was all too soon to leave Korcula, it is definitely a special place to us. We are in half a mind to invest in some shabby sea hut for a vacation house 🙂 As for Joel and I, we are doing well. I am learning how to relax (a real art!) and Joel’s last comment was “it’s so exhausting doing nothing”!! So all in all, I think it is a much needed rest for us and we are enjoying hearing all the news from home even though we miss our friends and family and wish they could share this experience with us!

Love to all xxx


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Hi everyone! Lauren here! Well after three packed weeks in London, the time came to set off on our European holiday to Croatia-Slovenia-Austria-Czech Republic. To be honest it suddenly just came upon us, as everything had been busy in London trying to secure a place to live and jobs etc, so it is only just now (almost a week in) to our holiday that we are in the swing of things!

I am going to share with you a bit about Dubrovnik. Being an Aussie and the oldest building on the block being something like St Mary’s cathedral, not much can prepare you for a city so old it makes the settlement of Australia seem like it was yesterday. It was breathtaking to round the corner on the bus and see Dubrovnik sitting there in the afternoon sun… walls and all, just like in the pictures. I think we were a little in awe for a while. Then our first test – finding our accommodation when we don’t speak a drop of Croatian, and where street names are not even unpronounceable.

We did quite well considering. We lugged our bags (whilst thankful for the investment into good suitcases which wheel properly) up 3 flights of stairs to Marija’s House. It was basically her apartment and we stayed in the guest room with a view from the window over the Old Town and the city walls. She was a lovely lady, and so was her daughter. They were very accommodating and she cooked the most incredible apple strudel I have ever tasted! She told us how she had to flee with her two young children during the war to Slovenia and was still quite apprehensive to talk about the return to Croatia after the fighting subsided. You could tell it was a soft topic so we moved onto happier things! It was a great experience staying with a local and her recommendations didn’t disappoint.

We filled the days with a lot of meandering through the Old Town, in which you could get completely lost in. When you move away from the ‘Stradun’, the main thoroughfare from one gate to another, the tourist crowds subside and the buzz quietens and you can see what it is truly like to live in the city. We learned about the pulley system for their washing, which cats were stray or owned, where they shopped and how they garden. It’s a warren of cobblestone alleys and lanterns, all so picturesque it’s almost stressful as you want to capture the charm and atmosphere…but I had to put away my camera because it was useless, it is really just the experience of it all. There are so many unexpected surprises, little eateries locals have set up in their yards, and always the swirl of so many languages that your ears pick up when you hear english.

Although the locals said it was ‘too cold’ to swim yet, Joel and I found the water wonderfully refreshing, and I was continually delighted to look beneath me and see the ocean floor stretching 5 or so metres down and be able to see everything in clear focus. As I have stated to many friends and family – one of my life’s goals has been to swim in water this clear. I was so happy you couldn’t wipe the smile off my face! As a result we spent a lot of time perched on the cliff face outside a hole in the city wall soaking it in!

We ate seafood, feasted on ice cream, watched the sun go down and spent more time than was necessary on the city wall curiously peeking into people’s lives and just appreciating being in such a unique corner of the world. I am always thankful to be able to acknowledge the incredible opportunities that we have. Even though we have worked hard for them, we are still blessed beyond measure to be able to take part in this experience with one another. I still love being woken at 5am by the city bells clanging like they want to wake the whole world up… until we turn over and go back to sleep!

All our love, will try to update after each stage of our journey, depending on wi-fi, but obviously we will always be a bit behind so check our twitter feed on the right hand side of the page for more instant updates when we have internet.

Loz & Joel xxx