Monday, 28 September 2015

Mug #15 - Dublin, Ireland

At the end of August I found myself with a couple of days off work before the new swimming term started and a strong desire to get back out of London and see somewhere new.

But where to go?

We - I went with my lovely girlfriend Liliana - needed a place that neither of us had been to before.

But there are a lot of places neither of us have been to, so how to choose?

Firstly, I only had a couple of days between a training course and starting back to work. So we needed somewhere that was quite close by. We didn't have the time to waste travelling great distances. Therefore, possible options included Paris, Amsterdam and Dublin.

We also had a limited budget and so to get the most out of our short trip and not bankrupt ourselves, we needed to be able to buy reasonably cheap flights. Now considering it was the August bank holiday weekend, that might have proved a little difficult to find. But in the age of the budget airline, we at least had a fighting chance.

We also wanted somewhere that we would have enough to see and do, but somewhere that wasn't so big, that when we left we felt as though we needed more time than the 3 days we had available.

Taking all of this into consideration I decided we decided - mostly me I think - that Dublin was the perfect choice for our first weekend away together.  It is a place I have always wanted to go to but have never had/made the opportunity to go to before. It is close, the flight from London to Dublin takes just 1hr 10mins and due to flying with the (budget) airline with the worlds most uncomfortable seats, it was very affordable too. We were able to find return flights from London to Dublin for just £57 each. Plus, on a map at least, it looked about the right size to be able to explore over a weekend.

So Dublin it was!

Here's a picture of our first sight of Ireland:

As these journeys so often do, our trip to Dublin started with an early morning - and me feeling sleep deprivation after a 3 day training course - and I don't like early mornings. They are for sleeping and occasionally getting home during but are never for - at least in my mind should never be for - getting up.

But get up early we did. Here we are pre 7am, pretending to be happy about the fact that we've had about 4hrs sleep (which is the fourth such night in a row for me).

Now I love travelling. The seeing new places, learning about different cultures and sampling new foods part. The actually travelling part however, that I'm a little less keen on. And although all in all our journey was ok, it seemed to be a little longer than necessary. Two buses to Liverpool Street Station, a coach to the airport, a flight on a plane with the worlds least comfortable seats - I know I've mentioned it before but seriously - followed by a bus journey into Dublin City centre. A little longer than necessary but the journey managed to pass by fairly quickly and without too much drama.

Finally arriving at the hotel however, I was more than a little disappointed. That's because looking at it from the outside, it looked like a bit of a dosshouse:

Fortunately the hotel was much better inside. The room was very nice and comfortable, if the view left a little to be desired haha:

Whenever I travel I like to indulge in the local delicacies. I was once - and to a certain extent still am - a fussy eater but when I travel I love to try new cuisines. So while in Dublin I thought it would be a good idea to eat something traditionally Irish. However, if the first question was; what is traditional Irish food? The second was; why is it so hard to find somewhere to eat nice reasonably priced Irish food?

The answer to the first question, appeared to be stew and other foods that didn't seem all that different to traditional British dishes and maybe that also answered the second question too. We did manage to find a couple of places that served Traditional Irish dishes but all at very touristy prices and so we decided to ditch the idea of trying Irish food and went with finding food that we knew we liked instead.

Like a burger!
One afternoon we ate at a place called Bunsen. The food was good and reasonably priced. In terms of food, price and restaurant decor I'd probably compare it with somewhere like Honest Burger. If you're looking for a good burger in Dublin - there might be better places? - I would definitely recommend Bunsen. We certainly left feeling full and satisfied.

One evening we also managed to find a great little place to eat seafood (my favourite cuisine). KLAW is the "cheeky love child" of Dublin Lobster and is a cool, cosy little place with wonderful food and great service, that is aimed at "bringing' crabshack dining to the city". I couldn't possibly recommend KLAW strongly enough. If you're in Dublin and you enjoy seafood, then it is an absolute must!

This is a little video of me in KLAW, where I "enjoyed" my first ever oyster:

Leaving KLAW we found a party in the street outside. There was a band busking and plenty of locals and tourists all dancing along in the middle of the Temple Bar area. It was a great atmosphere and one of the main reasons a lot of people head to Dublin.

We then had a gander in the actual Temple Bar:

Named after William Temple, the person it is believed the area gets it's name from. It was absolutely rammed - as you can imagine on a bank holiday weekend (or any other day for that matter) - so we had a little look inside but soon decide that it wasn't really for us and after a quick selfie:

- which admittedly looks as though it could have been taken anywhere (dark) - we decided to head back out into the street, to have a little dance and possibly find somewhere for dessert.

Now, although a lot of people go to Dublin for the craic and for the alcohol - and I can see why it is particularly popular with stag dos - Dublin is so much more than that. Now I'm not saying that I fell in love with Dublin but we certainly found plenty of things to keep us occupied and entertained during our short stay.

First we went in search of some of the main tourist attractions:

Trinity college:

& Dublin Castle:

& then we headed out to Phoenix Park, where a man called Kevin, who I once had the pleasure of meeting and working with, rode his horse each morning while he was in the Irish Army some 60 years ago:

where we sadly didn't manage to see any wild deer but we did see the Wellington Monument:

and also a guy on a very high bike:

We also made sure to take a tour around the Old Jameson Distillery, which was something of a bitter sweet experience for me. It was a very informative and interesting. However, at the end of the tour they give you some whisky to taste and then a voucher for a free drink at the bar. Which is great, at least it would be great, if I hadn't given up drinking alcohol two and a half years ago.

But I would definitely also highly recommend a trip to the Old Jameson Distillery. We had a great afternoon there (and I know me old nan did too, when she went with friends a number of years back):

Before we headed home we also had time to find a couple of great examples of graffiti:

for me to have a conversation with some statues:

for me to purchase the all important mug:

and even for us to see a protest march:

We had a brilliant time in Dublin. It was perfect for what we wanted. It was big enough and there was enough to do for a few days, without it being so big that we felt lost or swamped at any point. There was so much to see and do. Much more than we managed to see.

But although we had a great time, neither of us exactly fell in love with Dublin. I'm not sure I would go back? I can't really see that happening. I mean... I would be happy to return, there was so much that we didn't see or do like Dublin Zoo, National Botanic Gardens and the James Joyce Centre for example. However, I don't know what would bring me back?

My main problem was that it simply felt like it could have been a British City. I wanted it to somehow be and feel more Irish, more foreign. I would definitely like to return to Ireland in the future. But I imagine it would be to somewhere else, somewhere a little more picturesque maybe.

But I would like to return to Ireland one day and I would definitely recommend a trip to Dublin if you haven't been before and you're thinking of a nice little city break. It's just that with so many wonderful cities around the world, I might be too busy attempting to visit them all, to go back to Dublin again. Although of course, you never know what the future may bring.

Thursday, 3 September 2015

Mug #14 - Broadstairs, England

A few weeks ago, on my return to London from Croatia, where I holidayed for 10 days - visiting Split, Vis and Pula - I found myself missing the sea. And so although it's not quite the same - I'm really sorry British seaside enthusiasts, as lovely as some of our beaches are, even on the rare occasions that we get the weather (usually for a whole day haha) it's simply not possible to have quite the same experience - as soon as I had a day free, I thought a trip to the seaside was in order.

The organisation of our trip - I went with my lovely girlfriend Liliana - was left up to me. Which is not necessarily always for the best. However, on this occasion I think that I did an ok job. Not that there was too much to plan. All I needed to do was to chose a beach and find a way - by which I mean book a train - to get there.

So where to go. Somewhere nice, with a sandy beach - something I found nigh on impossible to find in Croatia - which was easy and fairly quick to travel to from London. First I thought about Brighton. I like Brighton but it's a pebble beach and I've been there several times before. And so, although I don't have a Brighton mug, I really wanted to visit somewhere for the first time.

Next I thought about visiting Margate. Not least because of one of my favourite Only Fools And Horses episodes: The Jolly Boys Outing. I'm a huge fan of Only Fools And Horses. In a "knows all the words to every episode kind of way". But googling Margate - with all due respect to Margate - I thought that we might be able to find a better beach to visit. So I carried on my search and that's when I found pictures of Botany Bay. Now there is a beach I want to visit! Be sure to Google it and see for yourself. However, without the use of a car, it's not all that accessible from London. Therefore, in the end I decided upon visiting Viking Bay in Broadstairs, Kent. The main reasons for this being that it looked quite nice and was reasonably easy and cheap to get to on the train from Kings Cross St Pancras. And I'm glad that I did. I think it was a pretty good choice.

Viking Bay has a really lovely beach:

And we had a really lovely time there.

Now as is almost traditional now, these adventures tend to start with running and or a bit of a panic. It's bad enough when I'm on my own but this was only magnified by the fact that neither myself or Liliana are particularly punctual people and so - although it was due more to a lack of communication than being late - unsurprisingly we managed to miss the train I had planned for us to take. However, the trains from Kings Cross St Pancras are pretty regular and if anything the one we ended up taking was a little more direct and therefore took a little less time. Getting to Broadstairs took around 1hr 30mins and then for some reason it took around 1hr 50mins on the way back.

Upon arriving at Broadstairs station we followed the crowds - and even though it was the middle of the week and most people were working away in a stuffy office somewhere, there were a lot of people there, I don't want to imagine how busy it gets on weekends - down to the beach which was around a 10 minute walk from the station.

Broadstairs is very much your typical British seaside town and I mean that in both a positive and negative way. But I liked it - I think we both did? - and we did really have a great day there, walking along the beach, eating rock and taking lots of pictures:

Taken by Liliana Seca Santos

Taken by Liliana Seca Santos

After all that walking and picture taking, I found myself feeling a little peckish and although I was definitely a little tempted by the traditional fish and chips. Instead we managed to find a nice little place where I was able to enjoy one of my all time favourite dishes; whitebait:

Taken by Liliana Seca Santos

And of course, we also found enough time to purchase the all important mug:

I really liked Broadstairs. I personally wouldn't want to live there or even really stay there for more than an afternoon haha but it's a great place for a day trip out of London on a sunny day.

We had a lovely time - as I seem to keep repeating - and were back in London in time to celebrate my good friend Dom's 30th birthday - the one in the "birthday" tie - at this really nice pizza restaurant near Covent Garden called Homeslice Pizza:

Although this picture was actually taken in a bar around the corner.
Ps. for some reason I'm sucking on ice. Probably something to do with my bright red face?

And look at the colour of me in that picture! That's not a filter or anything. That's the actual colour my face was haha. Because in Broadstairs I managed to get something I didn't get while in the 35 degree sunshine of Croatia for 10 days... sunburnt haha.

Monday, 24 August 2015

Mug #13 - Pula, Croatia

My visit to Croatia was an unequivocal success! I had the most amazing time, first in Split and then Vis, a magical place I will never forget and hope to revisit many times in the future. However, I did (of course) manage to make a few little mistakes both during my trip and more importantly, during the planning of my trip (yes I did actually plan things!).

One such mistake was assuming that because I would be able to get a train - probably direct or maybe with one or two quick stops - in the UK, that would take me the distance of Split to Pula in around 4 - 5 hours, I would be the same was possible in Croatia. As it turned out, it most certainly was not the case. Instead, in order to travel the (roughly) 40 miles by sea to Split from Vis and then the 300 miles from Split to Pula, this was the journey I had to take.

My alarm went off at 4.50am, a time I knew all too well from early lifeguard shifts this time last year. However, things have changed a lot since then and the only time I have seen 4.50am in the last year is when I've still be up, working at my computer, attempting to make a deadline.

So I splash some cold water in my face, check the apartment to make sure I haven't left anything behind and I leave for the ferry. Arriving at 5.25am which is good time for me, a whole 5 minutes before it leaves. Unfortunately by that time all the good sleeping spots had been taken but at least I'm on it and even though I can't normally can't sleep while on the move - boat, train, plane etc - I was pretty sure I was tired enough to sleep pretty much anywhere.

So I settle down into a very uncomfortable seat on the upper deck of the ferry from where - after leaving the harbour at 5.30am to the second - I sat and watched as the town of Vis become a dot on the horizon, with a small tear gathering in my eye. Figuratively if not literally. I enjoyed my time on the island so much that I never wanted to leave (a feeling only compounded by arriving back in grey sunless London).

But Vis was now behind me and Pula ahead. Thirteen hours and 50mins to be exact. If only the ferry could have been a larger percentage of my journey but instead I would be on the ferry for less than two and a half hours and on that coach for the rest of the day.

We pulled into the port at exactly 7.50am as scheduled. By the time the door had opened howeverit was now 7.53am, which gave me 7mins to find and get onto my bus. Luckily - obviously, not obviously, I knew this before I booked my bus and ferry times, although not before booking my flights - the bus station was within the port itself and so less than five minutes later I was sat in my seat on the little, hot, badly ageing coach that I would be calling home for the next 11+ hours.

Now one good thing about this journey - probably the only good thing, as well as maybe having plenty of time to read and write - was that I got off at the last stop. Maybe that doesn't necessarily sound like a good thing? I would definitely have liked to have gotten off that thing sooner. However, getting off at the last stop means one important thing, it is (virtually) impossible to miss your stop!

In total - thanks to a traffic jam that had us parked on the road for a full hour - I was on that little old bus for over 12 and a half hours. Happily we stopped (roughly) every two hours, for just enough time to jump down from the bus and run - as fast as I could, I didn't want to be left behind - to the toilet or simply stand next to the bus in the beaming sunshine and stretch my legs for a few moments.

Apart from those little pitstops I was stuck in that sticky seat, warm and sleep deprived for pretty much a full day. It was not a pleasant journey and yet not really that bad either. Yes I wish I'd got more sleep the night before. I hate that sensation of nodding off for a few minutes and then half waking, feeling worse than you did, before dozing off again. And yes I wish I had the Karate Kid on dvd like I did when I travelled up to Edinburgh for the fringe last August. But I had a book, these blogs to write and plenty of food and water and so it wasn't all that bad.

I finally arrived into Pula at around 8.30pm and took a taxi the short ride from the bus station to the apartment. Maybe without that huge journey behind me and the use of google maps I would have walked to the apartment. But for the sake of around £4, I was glad of the comfort of the taxi and not having to put myself through the rigmarole of trying to find the place, undoubtedly getting lost and then somehow - as if by magic - finding the place (at least that's what usually happens haha).

When I arrived at the apartment Eva is at the door waiting for me. She is a short woman in her fifties - all the young Croatia women as so tall and yet the older ones are all so short? - full of smiles and not a word of English. She shows me to my apartment. It's big. More than I need. Two double bedrooms and a nice sized bathroom. No kitchen but there is a washing machine in the bathroom and a fridge in the slightly larger of the bedroom. This is an apartment that is not only big but also right in the centre of Pula and all this for £35 a night!

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, I think about having a look around, maybe get some food and exchange a little money, when Eva surprises me with some home cooked food. Chicken, potatoes, carrots, red peppers and tomatoes. The food is amazing, definitely the best food I had while I was in Croatia. Simply, tasty, healthy, home cooked; exactly what I needed at the end of a long day travelling.

After (virtually) licking my plate clean, I headed out into the town centre to have a look around. It looks very nice, all cobbled streets and old buildings. Plus they must have heard that I was coming because in the main square they have put on a welcoming party for me. Unfortunately someone forgot to tell them that I don't like Jazz! But never mind. I really appreciate the effort. So I have a quick look around, listen to the music for a little while and buy some little presents. Including the all important mug:

Then it's time to get back to the apartment and have a reasonably early night. I need to get up in the morning. I'll have to leave around 3pm if I'm going to get to the airport in time for my flight - although at this point I'm definitely thinking about missing it accidentally on purpose - which doesn't leave me a lot of time to have a look around Pula.

I get up reasonably early and head out to explore Pula for a few hours before I have to leave sunny Croatia and head back to grey old London (a city I love living in but haven't missed one iota these past 11 days).

So what is Pula like? It's very nice. Like I said, there are lots of nice little cobbled streets and plenty of old building and lots of interesting things to see like:

The Roman Twin Gate:

The Roman Amphitheatre:

The Roman Temple (Augustov Hram):

The Roman Arch (Arch of the Sergii):

There was a lot of Roman stuff - what with being just over the water from Italy.

Pula is a great city and is clearly proud of its heritage and rightly so, however these lovely places are surrounded by hundreds of tourist shops. Something I obviously need in order to continue my collection of mugs. Although I only need one mug selling shop, not fifty in a row. And you know you're in touristy hell when the restaurants resort to advertise their restaurants with imagines of their food (or at least generic imagines that resembles their food).

I'm sorry but I can't bring myself to eat at a restaurant that has pictures on its menu:

Although I do occasionally break this rule in China Town but that is somehow different.

As in Split, Pula is built next to the water. However unlike in Split where the city is built around the water and the water front looks like this:

Pula feels more like a working port and the city is like it's annex. Also the water front looks like this:

Having said all this, Pula is definitely worth a visit. But the all important question is: was it worth the 15 hour plus journey from hell?

Well unfortunately the answer to that has to be no. That's not to say I wish I hadn't gone. I'm glad that I went and I'm glad that I have another mug and another place to talk about. And I'm sure that lots of people would and do absolutely love Pula! However, for me, Pula was too big, busy and touristy - especially after having just come from the island paradise that is Vis - to hold a place in my heart the way that both Split and (especially) Vis do.

I will definitely be going back to Croatia in the future but I'm not sure if I will travel to Pula again. Maybe if it is convenient to fly into, in order to get to the more northerly islands. But not because I liked it so much that I want to go back again.

Monday, 17 August 2015

Mug #12 - Vis, Croatia

I completely fell in love with Vis, with the apartment I stayed in while I was there and if I had been single and considerably younger, I might have even afforded myself the luxury of falling in love with the young Croatian girl who lived in the house opposite.

It is virtually impossible for me to fully express just how much I fell in love with the island of Vis. However, as a "travel blogger" I will of course at least try. Vis is a truly magical place, a tiny little piece of heaven on earth and I enjoyed every single second that I was there.

So much so, if I had the money I would definitely buy a holiday home there (maybe even a home home). I would happily buy the apartment I stayed in. I would happily wake up to these views each morning:

Or even better, there was a big empty place on the corner. I would love to buy that and renovate it. It was a bit dilapidated, so it might require a bit more work than simply picking the right tiles for the kitchen, but I would definitely be up for the job. And I don't think it would cost very much in its current state of disrepair. Nice places only seem to go for between €100,000 - €250,000. You wouldn't get a shed for that in London! But obviously I'm a broke swimming teacher/wannabe writer and so I'm not going to be able to afford even that anytime soon.

Now the main reason for my trip to Croatia - particularly the 7 nights on Vis - was to relax. I had had a long and hard few months, where I had been working 7 days a week (which you can read about HERE) and I was still trying to get over the illness - or general feeling of being rundown - which had caused me to lose my voice (which you can read about HERE).

The idea was therefore to spend my time writing, reading, swimming and simply chilling out; enjoying the good weather and the healthy food. And that's just what I did (mostly).

I spent a lot of time staring aimlessly out to sea:

Or eating wonderful food. Including plenty of seafood and lots of fruit:

One morning I also went out early - just the once mind haha - and had this "Full English":

Vis truly was one of the most beautiful places I have ever been to:

I had a very special time there. I had plenty of time to read and write and I went for a swim at some point - at least once - on each of the days that I was there. Enjoying the opportunity to swim in the stunning, clear waters.

Now as idyllic as Vis is, travelling around on foot would have been virtually impossible. Luckily for me however, the lady I was renting the apartment from - the stunning little apartment which cost only around £40 a night - also borrowed me her bike:

Which both saved me at least £10 - £20 a day in rental fees and also enabled me to cycle past the main, extremely busy beach and find these beautiful secluded bays where I could swim virtually all by my own for hours at a time:

Before leaving Split, I spent 100kn - roughly the equivalent of £10 - on the snorkel and mask that I'm wearing above and I have to say that it was most definitely the best 100kn I spent while I was in Croatia. I had an amazing time snorkelling in the Adriatic. I saw all sorts of amazing fish and all manner of different sea creatures, from hermit crabs to sea cucumbers. You can read more about my snorkelling adventures HERE and HERE.

Snorkelling was by far the most fun that I had while I was on Vis. But the most valuable piece of equipment that I had on my trip - more so than my snorkel or camera or even my swimming shorts - had to be the bike. How else would I have gotten around?

Thanks to that bike I was not only able to find beautiful bays to swim in like this one here:

and that one there:

I was also able to cycle up to the top of Fort George - a 19th century fort originally built by the British - to see this stunning sunset (which was a slightly lonely experience without having someones hand to hold. Still amazingly beautiful though):

I was also able to find my way to this amazing disused submarine base:

That bike really was invaluable to me while I was on Vis. It was a brilliant way for me to get around. However, Vis - like many of those little islands in places like Croatia and Greece - was extremely hilly, mountainous even. I would therefore suggest that if you are to travel to Vis or somewhere similar, renting a car or scooter might be a better option for getting around . Or even better still, consider travelling by yacht. That way you really can see everything that you want to as you hop from one island to the next.

Because bikes are great. I wouldn't have been able to see half the things that I did without that bike. However, unless you are a good, experienced cyclist (which I am not), a bike might not be the best form of transport on an island like Vis. And I say this from experience.

on the opposite side of the island, around 5-7 miles from Vis town, was another town called Komiza. Now there's a nice little cycle I thought to myself. Not too far. In fact a far shorter distance than the 8.5 miles I occasionally cycle from my house to work in London. How very wrong I was however!

Yes it was a short distance. What I didn't realise however, was that the cycle was uphill, all the way! And some of the hills were seriously steep. Trust me this is not the sign you want to see 45 minutes - of cycling uphill in blistering heat - into what you thought would be a fairly gentle 30 minute bike ride:

I have to confess that that hill was simply to punishing for me to conquer. Especially considering how tired I was even before I had gotten there. Unfortunately I didn't make it to the top without stopping. No, I ended up stopping several times during the ascent and in fact I even had to walk for part of the climb.

Upon finally getting to the top of the peak, I had a fabulous view of Komiza. However, as there was another 3km of downhill cycling until I reached the town itself, I decided to turn around and head back to Vis town. Sometimes you need to know when to quit for the day. I could have easily flown down those tight s bends all the way down into Komiza. However, if I cycled those 3km downhill, at some point I would have had to cycle them back up again and I just didn't have it in my legs.

So instead I turned around and cycled all the way back down to Vis town. I say cycle. Apart from a 20m stretch of flat road, it was downhill all the way and so - apart from that short stretch - I didn't pedal all the way back home. After cycling over 1 hour and 20 minutes up to the top of the hill, it took me just 14 minutes to come all the way back down.

It was a bit of a disaster. But I shrugged it off and went for a swim. The best way to forget all about it.

While I was on Vis, I also visited one of it's many nudist beaches - which you can read about HERE:

In fact I actually visited a nudist beach on my first proper day on Vis, but at the time I didn't realise that it was also a nudist beach. However, if you follow the link above you can read all about my deliberate trip to a nudist beach and find out whether I took all my clothes off or not.

On top of that I also attempted to swim to this little island:

which I will also be writing about on Year31Project very soon.

And on my last day in Vis I decided to do the tourist thing and take a boat trip - I had given up trying to see the whole of the island by bike - and see as much of the island as I could while I was still there.

The boat trip took us full circle, right around the island. Stopping off at several interesting spots along the way. Including the natural phenomenon Stiniva Cove:

Although I was quite disappointed that we were unable to leave the boat at this point and swim through the small opening into the cove itself.

We also visited the wonder that is the blue caves, which well and truly lived up to their name:

I had a great time on the boat trip. It was fun and very reasonably priced at roughly £20, plus another £5 for our ticket to see the blue caves. The only negative was that it was a little bit on the long side. We left the harbour at 9am and didn't arrive back until after 4.30pm. But I still had time for a late afternoon snorkel, which is all I was interested in.

There really was so much to do on Vis and I spent a serious amount of my time in water. However, I did of course find some time to go looking for the all important souvenir mug:

All in all the Vis leg of my Croatian adventure was a huge success. I didn't leave feeling particularly refreshed. This was mostly due to the fact that they threw me a huge thanks for coming, we're sorry to see you leave party - either that or they were celebrating Victory day and not just that but its 20th Anniversary - with music blurting out into the night until 2am. When I had to be up for my ferry at 5am, for my next and final stop - Pula.

I truly had the most amazing time on Vis. But I'm considering going around telling everyone that it was horrible and that they should never go, in a pathetic attempt - that is bound to fail - at keeping too many people from visiting. Because Vis was one of the most magical places that I have ever been too. Somewhere I certainly hope to visit again and again in the future. And although already a fairly popular tourist destination - it seems to be a hotspot for people sailing from island to island in particular - it has not yet become overrun and therefore destroyed by tourists - in fact it has only been open to foreign tourist since 1989, before which time it was a military territory - and it would be nice if it could remain that way for as long as possible. So don't go haha and if you do. Do it soon! Before it no doubt changes forever.

P.s There will be a video of my trip to Vis coming soon
and you can see more photographs from my Croatian Adventure on my Instagram: