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    From London to Patpong

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    After a delicious breakfast at Premier Inn, Darrell and I made our way to terminal two of Heathrow Airport. It was quite fitting, on our last day in the UK, that we used the new Elizabeth Line to get us there. The new trains are lovely, but the waiting times between each one is terrible, and we had to sit twiddling our thumbs for over half an hour. Nevertheless, the journey between terminals was free and quick, so I couldn't really complain.

    The saddest part of my brief stay in Britain has been the references to Her Majesty, the late Queen, wherever you look. Heathrow, like the rest of the country, is in mourning and the respect shown to Elizabeth II is truly heart-warming. In a way it just didn't seem real being back home, the country really does have a different feel to it after her death, and I had only been away for twelve days.

    I watched as tourists gazed deeply at the banners of Elizabeth R, decorating the airport; each person taking a moment to reflect and remember the symbolism she represented. As I walked past them, in the growing queues in the terminal, I was struck by their conversations, about how much the late Queen meant to them. How can it be, that a woman they had never met, had such an impact on their and indeed my life? This was a lady known the World over, and she was a constant in all our lives, and already everything feels very disjointed and inconsistent!

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    This was not a trip I was looking forward to; I really do hate flying long haul. Having flown to Thailand once before, I know just how gruelling it is. It is eleven and a half hours of pure hell, and if I could have avoided it, I would.

    We were waiting in the terminal far longer than usual. Having checked out of the Premier Inn at twelve, midday, we had a long wait until our flight at 9.30pm. Still, we made the most of it and done several laps of the terminal, drank copious amounts of beer and ate expensive airport food, which isn't doing any good for my waistline. When the time came for us to bid farewell to the UK once again, despite my fear of flying, I was glad to be gone. There is nothing worse than having to wait all day for a flight, that you bloody well hate having to do in the first place!

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    The experience was much as I expected, similar to the last time I flew to Thailand, in 2019, where I caught a connecting flight to Vietnam. This time we are going to be spending eleven days in Bangkok, experiencing this city in its full uncut glory.

    I just sat and relaxed for most of the journey, preferring not to watch the movies. I can't watch anything when I am in the air, as I am more concerned about the bumps and turbulence. Each and every jolt sends me into a panic inside, and I count every second as my last - yes, really, I am that bad.

    For the most part, the flight was pretty smooth. There was however a lot of turbulence as we flew over The Bay of Bengal, which the pilot did warn us about just before we left. Normally I am just nervous at this point, but the movement was so bad I actually felt physically sick to my stomach. After looking at the map of our flight progress, I did notice that the plane had climbed higher, probably to avoid the worst of the strong winds that were battering the aeroplane.

    Twenty minutes later, and the jostling was over, just an hour and a half before we were due to land. The crew then quickly brought the delayed breakfast for the passengers, before we touched down at Suvarnabhumi Airport. All of those on board were fantastic. Several crew noticed I wasn't enjoying the ride and did their best to make me feel comfortable, who could ask for more; Thai Airways was a joy as ever!

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    Suvarnabhumi Airport is vast, bigger than any other airport I have been to before. Security is tight here as you would expect, and as I went through customs, I had to have my fingerprints taken, as well as a facial photo and warned in no uncertain terms when I had to leave. An hour and a half later, I was in the baggage hall with Darrell waiting for our cases, which took another hour to arrive. By the end I was shattered, made even worse when the driver I had employed to take us to the hotel disappeared, leaving the note with my name on behind and a rather confused colleague to explain his absence.
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    Outside, we waited for his car to turn up; this was one busy airport. A group of people walked past in hazmat suits, which was rather concerning for me, especially after we were given health cards, warning us of the dangers of Monkeypox, which seems to be rife here at the moment. Most people were wearing masks of some sort, which was reassuring, but I just remember thinking to myself how different the World is now, after the pandemic. Scenes like I witnessed today would have been unthinkable a few years ago; this is a new era, so far removed from the last.

    Finally, the driver arrived, and we were taken to Patpong in Bangkok, where our hotel The Siam Heritage is based. It was approaching half past five when we left, and the Bangkok rush hour traffic was unbelievable. It took a further one and a half hours to get from one side of the city to the other, and I was totally exhausted when I arrived, looking forward to a relaxing evening and a few well-earned beers!

    The Siam Heritage Hotel is characterful, distinctive and full of old world charm, and not what I expected at all. Dark wooden panelling adorns the walls and there is a large mahogany desk in the corner of our room, it really does feel like staying in a historic building; it even has that unmistakable musky smell. There is also a small kitchenette, if we want to cook and the luxury of a television, which sadly has no English channels at all. From first impressions, I don't think many English-speaking tourists stay here, but it has been well worth it so far, but this is only day one!
    Having unpacked our bags, we popped out for a bite to eat, stumbling across a restaurant near to our hotel. It wasn't until I sat down and ordered, that I realised it was a Cannabis café, yes cannabis! I have been reliably informed it is now legally sold here in Thailand. As we tucked in to a beautifully cooked Thai meal, we were also given a brochure on the different types of cannabis they sold, at a very reasonable five pounds a time, I hasten to add. We politely declined the offer, however, preferring a beer and a coherent look around the area.

    Just around the corner from the restaurant, we came across what I can only describe as a 'gay area.' there were scantly clan gentlemen, draped over tables waiting for clients. There were others, with a few more clothes on, stood outside a bar called 'Fresh Boys' and more drinking in 'The Pink Panther,' and 'Sweet Cheeks.' Glancing over my shoulder, I saw other venues equally suggestive, as the last.... I had a feeling we weren't in Kansas any more, Dorothy. It seems that Darrell and I had unwittingly booked a hotel in the red-light district of Bangkok; I have never seen anything like it, and I'm by no means a prude. Still, it will make for an interesting few days, especially as we were both propositioned by several groups of ladies as we walked back to our hotel, who were in various stages of undress along the road.

    As first impressions go, they are mixed. I am absolutely in awe of this place so far and with lots to do during our stay, I will reserve judgement for now. We are both going out on the town tomorrow evening, so God knows what will happen, but for now, it's an early night and a mug of cocoa; Saturday is another day!

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    Back Home To A Country In Mourning!

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    Yesterday, we bid an emotional farewell to Marin and Vlatka, as we made our way back to London. We had a wonderful stay in Croatia, but it was time to say goodbye and start on the next leg of our journey. I was up at an unearthly 2.30 am; Marin had to take us to Split Airport before he started work. Luckily, the roads were clear, and we arrived within an hour. I have to admit I felt rather emotional saying au revoir to Marin, especially not knowing when we will be returning again. Nevertheless, it was time to go and begin this new chapter in our life. Travel keeps our blood pumping strong and no matter how much I hate flying, I understand it is a necessary evil to live the life we lead.

    The flight to London was a little more turbulent than usual and the plane felt quite unstable at times, although I'm sure it wasn't. With Darrell lost in music, a gentleman over the other side of the isle, looking as terrified as me, kept my spirits up. Our grimacing faces turned to laughter on occasion, as the plane rocked up and down, side to side. As the turbulence subsided and the seatbelt sign was turned off, we just looked at each other, patting one another on the back; we were happy to be alive!

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    Arriving in Britain felt strange, this was a country in mourning, and it could be seen wherever you looked. I was supposed to meet my dear friend John and travel to central London to lay flowers for the late Queen, but circumstances conspired to put a halt to that. Darrell was delayed through customs, as he always is. His Australian passport has always been a source of angst, especially with such a lot of movement in and out of the UK. He was asked to produce his Identification card, to clear up confusion with his rights to remain here, which cleared up any ambiguity, and he was allowed to pass through the boarder finally, later than we planned.

    After frantic communication with John, we both decided he should lay flowers from both of us, since I had no time to get to Westminster. He has bought some beautiful flowers for The Queen, and I was delighted when he sent me the photo's. John and I have always been Royalists and have had many heartfelt conversations about them over the years. I am disappointed I can't see him before I leave, but I know it won't be too long before I see him again.

    It took an hour to travel from Gatwick Airport to our hotel in Heathrow, and I have never been so happy to finally put my feet up. At 51, all this travelling is so much harder than it was when I was in my twenties, so the odd comfy hotel along the way is an absolute must. My years of backpacking are well and truly over.

    You can never go wrong with Premier Inn and we both had a decent evening meal, even if it did take an hour to get to the table, and a lovely breakfast this morning. The best reason to stay at a Premier Inn, mind you, is because of the decent night's sleep you get. I slept like a baby, and God knows I needed it.

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    Later today, we fly to Bangkok in Thailand on an eleven-hour flight. This is not my most favourite part of the journey and after yesterday's turbulent flight from Split, I am more nervous than ever. Once the flying is out of the way, I am looking forward to an eventful adventure is this beautiful Asian country, that I have never visited before. Until our arrival, I will be signing off for now, but hope to blog as often as I can when I arrive. Goodbye Britain, it's been brief, but very emotional!
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    Our Final Day in Hrvatska!

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    With Darrell suffering from a hangover, I went out for a brief walk myself in the morning. This was our final full day in Croatia, but I wanted a brief hour or two to myself. Wearing my Portsmouth Walking Football Club T Shirt, emblazened with its then sponsor 'Mary's Snack Wagon,' I strolled through the beautiful cemetary at the end of the road where we awere staying. Mary, just happens to be a friend from Pompey who I used to work with and she gave me the blue strip as a present, so with all my other clothes in the wash, this was my attire for the day!

    Darrell and I did very little on Tuesday; we spent the day with our Cousin Vlatka, helping her tidy, do some washing for our trip to Thailand and chat about her imminent birth of twins. This is always the part of a holiday I hate, leaving somewhere I have stayed and enjoyed. We have both discussed returning to see family when we can, but with no firm plans over the next year, we just can't point a finger at when. The last time we travelled to see them was in 2014, a long time ago and both Darrell and I agree, it shouldn't be left so long next time,

    Marin and Vlatka are good people who have been thoughtful and welcomming towards us both, as they have every year we have been since 2008. Their two children are an absolute delight, with the eldest Bartul, who is now 14, conversing with us in perfect English. I have always been astounded how dedicated, educated and polite European children our, compared with the UK and it really has been a delight to have been a part of the family, even if it was for the briefest time. In the future, both Darrell and I would like to see all of our Croatian family more than we have, that does of course depend very much on just where our travelling takes us. For now we are just content to have seen them all at the beginning of our lifestyle break.

    With our cases packed, I was in bed by 8 pm, ready for a 2.30 am alarm call tomorrow. As my head hit the pillow I must have falled straight asleep.  Croatia is a place a love and a home in Europe we can always return to again and again. Without the connection and bonds we have formed, our lives would have been all the poorer. This was a vacation for us of course, but it was more than that, a link to Darrell's family and memories to cherish for the rest of our life. Until we all meet again, our love for Marin, Vlatka and the children will only grow stronger. The love and affection all of us share are everlasting, enduring and steadfast in this ever changing World!

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    Goodbye to Podgora!

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    Just a quick blog today as we are both packing for our onward journey to London and Thailand. We booked a car yesterday to take us from London Gatwick to London Heathrow; Darrell and I do not want to be running for a coach or changing several trains to get from one part of the capital to the other, especially after the death of The Queen, so a car seemed like the best option. To be honest the coach would have cost us £60.00, and I managed to book a car with 'Great British Cars,' for £70.00; a no-brainer really. I need to get to the hotel at Heathrow as soon as possible, so I can meet a friend in London, to pay my respects to The late Queen; time just isn't on our side.

    We had a fairly relaxing day yesterday, with a spot of lunch at Ankora, our favourite restaurant in Makarska and a trip to Podgora in the evening, so Darrell could say goodbye to his Cousins Zana and Zorko. We had the perfect few hours sat in their company, at the family home, and they cooked us a lovely meal; we chatted about our plans for the next few months ahead and family at home in Australia.

    Saying goodbye to Podgora is always hard, it is my favourite part of Dalmatia. I could just spend hours sat there in one of the many local tavernas, relaxing, having a drink or two and just contemplating life. We haven't made any firm plans to return, at the moment, but certainly wish to, possibly during this year off. Croatian hospitality is always a delight, I have always been welcomed with open arms and made to feel part of Darrell's family; that has been important for me. Without the love they have shown, I don't think we would have returned here so many times.

    We have just a few hours left now and lots to do before our flight tomorrow. I am looking forward to the second leg of our journey, and hope our time is as memorable, as it has been here. We are of course flying into the monsoon season in Thailand, but with temperatures still at 35 degrees on average, we can be sure of an interesting stay. I hope to do another update tomorrow in London, but it will depend very much on the time I have. For now, it's time to sign out and look forward to an eventful day in London tomorrow.

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    Biokovo National Park!

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    After a coffee at Makarska beach in the morning, we returned home, where Marin was cooking Sea Bass. I have rarely eaten fish in the UK, mainly because whoever I have lived with doesn't like it, especially Darrell. However, Marin wanted to try out a new recipe - Sea bass with lemon and rosemary, baked in salt. I have seen something similar before on the internet, but was unsure how it actually worked in practice.

    Marin bought 4 kg of salt and mixed it with egg white, laying a bed of the mixture on a baking tray, where he placed the fish, stuffed with the rosemary and lemon. Finally, he covered the fish with the rest of the blend and placed in the oven at 200 degrees, baking for 35 minutes. Once cooked, the salt was chipped away and the fish was cooked perfectly. Personally, I have never tasted fish like it, it was fantastic - a subtle taste with a glorious rosemary fragrance and so moist.

    Darrell, who can't stand seafood, had his own dish prepared, but if I am honest, I think he would have loved it. The taste was so delicate, it could have been anything. As Marin said to me, fish really shouldn't have a strong smell and if it does, it means it isn't fresh. There was absolutely no strong fish aroma at all, making it as fresh as the day it was caught.

    After lunch, we drove to Biokovo Nature Park, which has the third-highest mountain in Dalmatia. Once again, I can't stress how difficult it is for me to do heights at all, let alone such a tall mountain. It is a measure of how relaxed I feel here, to manage to go up the narrow mountain roads in the first place. The last time I undertook such a journey, was when Darrell and I went to Sorrento in Italy, but even then the heights involved were nowhere near what they are in Croatia.

    The rugged landscape was really otherworldly, quite desolate and stark at times, with heavy forested areas on occasion. The air was also particularly thin, and it was quite difficult to catch one's breath, but the stunning vista as we climbed ever higher was a treat, and I am so glad I went.

    At the very top of Biokovo Mountain sits the Skywalk, a glass walk way that protrudes out from the mountain side, with a sheer anxiety inducing drop below. I have seen the photographs and a video of it, but when we got to the crest of the mountain, I decided not to walk on it. It turns my stomach just thinking about it, and I know even Darrell was nervous. Nevertheless, he did make a valiant attempt with his cousin, who took the photographs I have included below. I've only got to look at them and feel weak at the knees, so I can't even imagine how he felt.

    As we made our way back down the mountain, we stopped to see the native wildlife, flora and fauna. There were a few isolated residences up there, but in the main there were wild horses, who we were warned not to go too close to, mountain goats and cows. They were all living in perfect harmony, along with a large colony of bees near the summit. There was very little greenery to speak of, but for these animals to survive up so high, there must be sufficient food.

    Making our way further down the pass, we entered a wooded area, with equally spectacular views. The evergreen/pine trees were a sight to behold, framing the blue sea beyond perfectly. The trees were a welcome break from the heat of the day, as we walked for an hour in the early evening sun. By the time we had descended to the relative seclusion of the forest, my anxiety had all but disappeared and despite still being up higher than I have ever been before, I felt comfortable in an environment I would have found alien only a few short weeks ago. If I am feeling relaxed and chilled, then I am clearly in the right place for me at the moment.

    It was a lovely afternoon spent with Darrell and his Cousin, just walking and chatting, but as we reached the very bottom, I was mindful of the short time we have left here, which, if I am honest, makes me sad. Our Croatian family are always so welcoming and sincere, it has always been a wrench leaving, but leave we must, and we need to spend as much quality time with them as we can, before we fly to our next destination, Thailand, continuing our Lifestyle break

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    The Blue Lake, Imotski!

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    Heights are not my favourite thing, in fact I will always go out of my way to avoid them, so travelling to The Blue Lake in Imotski was a real challenge. Standing at the top of one of the largest craters I have even seen, looking out at the view in front of me, was pretty scary. Just looking down at the valley below gave me vertigo, so you can imagine my horror, when Cousin Marin suggested we walk down to the bottom to view the lake and then come up again.

    The heat was extreme as I made my way down the precarious limestone terraces, towards the partially dried up lake. I had the wrong type of shoes on and slipped most of the way, one wrong footing and I would have flown over the narrow edge and into the abyss below. Still, I persevered enough to make my way down, unable to reach the very bottom, due to the lack of a suitable pathway. The rocky incline was just too much, but I was happy to have made it down ninety percent of the way.

    Sat there, looking back at the distance I had just walked, I panicked as I saw the treacherous climb to come. Going back up towards the summit was an even worse challenge, as I left Marin and Darrell and clumsily made my way to the top, trying not to look back. To be honest, it must have been a bit of a sight, as I clung on for dear life, at times grabbing hold of whatever I could to steady my footing. Trying to find something to grip isn't as easy as you think. Most of the rock was loose, and as soon as I thought I had a tight hold, it would give way and the rock would come tumbling down.

    By the time I reached the peak I was exhausted, hot and sweating profusely. I sat for just a moment at the summit, trying to catch my breath, looking down at the half a kilometre drop I had just climbed. That was a hell of a walk, unlike anything I had done before, and I was proud of myself for even attempting to do it. Nevertheless, I was glad to be back at the top, sat in an air-conditioned car, heading for lunch.

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    We had lunch at The Hotel Venesia in Imotski; the views from the restaurant were amazing, just like a framed picture in the background as we ate. I could have sat there hours, just looking at the rolling countryside, which despite the heat here in Croatia was extremely green and lush, unlike the UK, where everything died during the recent drought.

    The food at this three-star Hotel was actually fantastic value for money. I paid about £90.00 for the four of us to eat and drink. It included T Bone Steaks and chicken, Pork in a paprika sauce, salad, chips, desert and drinks. This would of course been more expensive along the coast in Makarska, and I am still shocked at how much the prices have increased here in general, but this was still a great price, compared to Britain, and would be a place I would like to visit again.

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    In the evening Darrell and I took another long walk into Makarska, so I could try and lose some of that weight I had just put on, after the meal in Imotski. We went to the Bolero Cocktail bar along the beach and spent a lovely few hours relaxing. Both of us had a cocktail or two, although at a cost of £40.00 it wasn't cheap. Things have really shot up in price since the pandemic, that is noticeable at every level, but it was well worth it, just being able to unwind and do something we wouldn't otherwise do.

    We have a few days, yet, before we leave for London and then Thailand, but this stopover in Croatia has been a welcome break for the both of us. Thailand is going to be far more hectic than here, so these twelve days in Hrvatska have been a Godsend. A few drinks in Bolero was the perfect end to a wonderful, but tiring day. As I put my feet up back at the apartment, I felt my eyes almost immediately close; that's when you know you've had a good day!

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