Naive dismemberings of oneself in the name of Bob Marley
August 22nd 2009 The last night in Novalja gave me just 2 hours of sleep, it was horrifically hot and for some idiotic reason I refused to open the window to keep the mosquitoes out, despite having a fan on which would have done the job alone. So after writhing in that oven of an apartment all night, I gave a rather tired sigh of relief as I stepped onto the (air-conditioned) coach to Zagreb, knowing that tonight
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