Old cities
October 2nd 2009 After a good sleep in my womb-like deep-sea room on board Marco Polo, I had a Balkan breakfast of cold meats and cornflakes at 6am. The early mists were thinning as Croatia drew near, to all but lift when we were close enough to see her trademark orange tiled roofs. Sailing in between the close green-and-grey hills was a lovely experience. Even the previous evening's singers were silenced.
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