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From a new life in spain, to an old life in britain, 'roaming brit' documents uncertain times!

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On 31st January 2016, my partner and I left Southampton to start a new life as Expats in Gran Alacant, on the Costa Blanca. This blog will document our journey, as we navigate the Spanish system, travelling a path untried and untested. With Brexit looming, political turmoil in Europe and an unpredictable future, harsh decisions have to be made. Illness, family bonds and a Change of heart all make for challenging times in a life of a 'Roaming Brit!'

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Year in Review 2022!

27/12/2022

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Wow, what a year it has been for both me and Darrell. So much has happened in such a small space of time, I just don't know where to begin. I suppose I should start at the beginning - Darrell had been back in the UK for just a few short months and both of us were planning a future together in Portsmouth, in the aftermath of a pandemic that had conspired to keep us apart for nearly two years.

We were pretty happy and sorted at the beginning of 2022. Both of us were working in jobs we loved and were discussing the possibility of buying a home together for the first time in many years. The pandemic had been kind to us at least, and we had saved up a substantial amount of money for a deposit, but it just wasn't enough for somewhere big enough for our needs. To be honest, when I look back, I don't think either of us really wanted to live in a pokey one-bedroom flat, in a city we just couldn't call our own. I'm not sure if that sounds completely right, but what I am trying to say is, it never really felt like home. It didn't have the memories needed to form an emotional attachment. Although I had some strong friendships, keeping that connection alive, ultimately it wasn't enough to keep us in this famous naval city, on the south coast of England.

Darrell was working hard at Cancer Research in a job he loved. His boss and my friend Zerina was instrumental in keeping us both in Portsmouth for as long as we were there. She is one of my closest and dearest friends and a lady I hold in the highest regard. She has helped both me and Darrell out more times than I care to remember. Her advice has been invaluable, and she was a huge presence in both our lives. I don't think I have ever seen Darrell so happy in his work, as he was there, and he really put his heart and soul into a position he loved. Back then, I was sure we would stay in Portsmouth for the rest of our days.

Equally, I was thoroughly enjoying my position at Tesco, as I had done since I started there in 2018. In many ways, I had become part of the furniture and had settled into my role with ease. For the first time in many years, I had formed close friendships with some truly remarkable characters. These were the lifeline that kept me going when Darrell was away, and they held me together, while living a rather frugal existence in Portsmouth.

My colleagues on the Customer Service desk where I worked were such a close-knit group, it was always going to be a wrench leaving them behind under any circumstances, let alone what transpired later in the year. Together with my closest friend Jules, this was the World I wanted to keep, grasp tightly and not want to let go!

Jules was normally the first person I saw every morning, forever smiling, consistently welcoming and invariably so full of life. We talked about everything and anything, and he is the nearest to the Brother I have never really had. Our bond grew especially close during my last year in the UK, and I really don't think I would have survived those final days in Portsmouth without him. He was a shoulder to cry on, an encyclopedia of advice and always, just always that little bit 'extra gay'. Every morning we saw one another, we would always have the biggest bear hug and make sure to end our morning natter before work by saying those immortal words 'be extra gay today,' as we did every day, bringing a little bit of sunshine into an otherwise drab, dull world.

Of course nothing was quite as it seemed and although my work life was the best it had ever been, things at home were not working out. I had lived with my Aunt for four years and thoroughly enjoyed my time there. She was, in all but name, Mum, especially after my Mother died in 2019. My Aunt, Darrell and I all got on well in the same house, and it was an arrangement that worked perfectly for the most part. I suppose I became complacent and took our living situation for granted, believing things would carry on very much in the same vein, even when the danger signs were there.

Her son and my Cousin moved back into the family home in the middle of the year and despite a rocky start, things worked fine. I have always had a close bond with my Cousin, and in many respects he reminds me of myself. I'm not saying everything was a bed of roses, but we all learned to live under the same roof amicably and life continued as it had done before. Darrell and I did keep ourselves to ourselves a lot more, but I believe deep down we already knew it was time to leave.

Things came to a head after an uncalled-for family intervention. This was an unnecessary interference into what was essentially a personal matter, problems that just needed to be ironed out and boundaries set. As is the case in many families, talking seems to take a back seat, as situations spiral out of control, everyone burying their head in the sand, hoping issues will just go away. Both Darrell and I are as guilty of that as anyone. Sometimes it takes an argument to brings things to the fore and make us realise there is more to life.

My Cousin Rachel is one of the most honest up front people you will ever meet and despite a rather heated exchange of views, both Darrell and I were glad things were said as they were. This was a row that all three of us would have sorted out, no matter what the outcome, and we just expected things to return to normal. Like best laid plans of mice and men, it didn't work out that way, and an unwarranted text from someone who had not even witnessed the argument, suggesting Darrell and I should consider our position in Portsmouth, finally put the nail in the coffin.

We both decided, after receiving the text, that it was time to go. When people start digging the knife in, without a thought for no one but themselves, let alone two people who had done nothing but help, we knew our time was up. For our own sanity and peace of mind, we had to leave. There was no point staying somewhere where neither of us were wanted. This was a sad ending to our time in Portsmouth, but it also gave us an insight into what some people are really like. When a leopard finally shows its spots and the abuse starts flowing, it is time to head for the hills and not look back.

I will forever be thankful to my Aunt for taking me in at a particularly difficult point in my life. I will also always love my Cousins Rachel and Joe and their respective extended families. However, when I look back, I suppose I was never really a part of their lives anyway; I lived very much on the side lines, and both Darrell and I were quite happy to go back to 'us against the World,' and avoid family ties altogether - it's how we work best.

Initially we just walked away from a situation that had become toxic, but after a chat with my Aunt we returned to see if we could repair the damage that had been done. Despite getting closer to my Cousin Joe, spending a memorable last few months with him, we just couldn't see a future in that house with my family, and we decided to return to Australia and give this place one last chance. This was not an easy decision to make, but as I watched the decline of Britain on the news, and my own personal issues bubbling away, the warning signs were there; I knew it was something we had to do.

I spoke to my employer, who was amazing and fully supported my decision to take a 'lifestyle break' for a year, leaving the option to return to my job on the table, should everything fail down under. I couldn't thank my Manager Sammy enough for all she did for me at that time. Without her, I would have just walked out of Tesco and been left high and dry in the worst of circumstances. Her advice and help ensured a smooth transition to a new life in Australia.

The last month in Britain was a double-edged sword. This was a time I cemented friendships in a way I hadn't before. I had so many leaving parties, I lost count of the number of times I said goodbye, but these were people who wanted to give us a memorable send-off and show just how much they cared. I was on an emotional rollercoaster, and many tears flowed over the weeks before we left. Many of those who waved us on our way have kept in contact and continue to wish us well. All of them made our departure that much harder, and there were times I really thought about staying, but pulled myself back from the brink and continued to strive for a better future in Perth.

The hardest person to leave behind was Jules, tears really did flow on my final day. After all the planning, arranging of flights, hotels and travel, nothing can prepare you for actually saying goodbye to someone close, akin to family. Jules will always be in my life, I will make sure of that. I video call him when I can and message him often. My life is a little darker without him in it, and I wish things had turned out differently and our friendship could have grown into something even more special than it already is. It wasn't meant to be, and I will keep the flame of friendship burning bright from the other side of the World. There will always be a special place in my heart for the best friend who kept me going in the worst of times; of course I will always have regrets, but I also have to look forwards to the future.

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We left Portsmouth on a rainy Saturday morning, after a series of emotional farewells. On that final day, Zerina turned up on the door step, just so she could wave us off. She did what others didn't, people who should have been there, and for that she will, like Jules, remain a friend for life. She also continues to phone, message and video call; as Darrell said to me, just the other day, she would have been his reason to stay. Zerina, along with Jules and my dear friend John, were the family we should have had, the people who truly loved us, and we loved back. You certainly can't choose your family, but you can evidently give it a damn good try!
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Sitting at the airport, waiting for our first flight to Croatia, I was able to reflect on my time in the UK. I had, and still have, a feeling I won't be back any time soon, definitely not to live again, and it was time to let go of the past. At great milestones in my life, I have always thought about the 'what if's' and 'buts.' Our almost knee-jerk reaction to up and leave, had brought home the nature of what we were doing, we were leaving Britain for good, saying farewell to friends for the last time, but happy to leave the crap behind. In a few hours we would be with loving family in Croatia, with people who we cared for deeply, far away from the pain we were leaving behind.

Our trip to Australia was always about saying au revoir. With the UK becoming a distant memory, it was now time to connect with our Croatian Cousins before continuing on to Thailand. Marin and Vlatka had been in our lives since 2008, when Darrell went to Croatia to see family for the first time. We continued to go there year after year, and had many special memories to take with us on our journey home to Oz.

It had been a few years since we last saw them, and we hugged just like it was yesterday. Spending ten days with them at their home in Makarska was a joy and made us realise what family was all about. We had had such a torrid time before we left, we forgot that there were people who actually loved us and within a few short hours of arriving, we were comfortably at home, looked after by people who only had our best interests at heart.

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Spending two weeks in Croatia was just what we both needed. We spent time visiting the Dalmatian Coast, relaxing in one of the many cafés and bars along the Makarska Riviera, gazing at the icy blue sea and just enjoying the peace and quiet. Vlatka and Marin prepared home cooked meals, and we sat talking to the early hours, catching up on family life in this beautiful Dalmatian town. I always feel like I am home when I am in Croatia, and this trip was no exception. This is a family like no other and the love they show is certainly unparalleled in my life; leaving is always the hardest part

Sitting outside a bar in Makarska, drinking a pint of Karlovacko, I heard murmurs from the tourists walking along the promenade. It had become apparent that HM Queen Elizabeth had died back home in Scotland. This amazing lady, the best public servant the UK has ever known, had quietly passed away, leaving a great gaping hole in all our lives.

My respect for the Queen goes back to my childhood, she is the only Monarch I have ever known. I became emotional, as I would if it had been a member of my own family. The Queen was the constant in my life, and she was now no longer there; words can not describe how upset I was.

I suppose in a way, it was quite poignant that she passed away as we were leaving the UK for a new life down under. An era was well and truly coming to an end, and her passing just reinforced the decision I made to leave. I was at least able to toast her passing, and made a promise to myself to watch the funeral from Thailand on the next leg of my journey.

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Leaving Croatia was a wrench, as it always has been, but the time we spent with family was invaluable. We promised not to leave it so long in future and both of us know our family ties are always a reason to return to Europe, as we will do as soon as we are able.

Flying back into London to catch our flight to Bangkok was a rather surreal experience. The death of The Queen was palpable. Walking through the terminal after our arrival, there were TV screens and poster boards everywhere highlighting Her Majesties 70 years on the throne. I had returned to a country in mourning and a very different Kingdom. There was a quiet calmness about the place, as people reflected on just what Elizabeth II meant to them, deep in thought, glazed expression and respectful repose.

I would have loved to have laid flowers in her honour, but with our connecting flight less than 24 hours away, I was lucky enough to have a friend do it for me. Little John was heading to London that day, I was supposed to meet him, but with delays, it had become impossible, and he put a bouquet down in green park from him and me; a gesture I will never forget. This is what friends are for, and that's what made leaving Britain so hard.

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Our two weeks in Bangkok were amazing, more than what we both expected. This was a city we both fell madly in love with, and a place we want to return to as soon as we are able. Bangkok is where modernity meets traditional Asian culture, sitting side by side, down every street, around every corner. There was so much to do and see, that we couldn't have possibly fit in everything we wanted to do. From the BTS Sky Train, Statue of The Golden Buddha and the many Royal Palaces, we weren't disappointed!

We spent the first part of our trip in the notorious Patpong district of the city, and this colourful area really did live up to its reputation. Patpong was an eye-opener in every respect, and we enjoyed some rather fun fuelled nights in the bars and restaurants down Silom Soi 4, where all the gay venues were situated.  This rather hedonistic introduction to Bangkok, left us aghast on more than one occasion, but I am certainly glad we ventured into the dark depths of the city, even for just a short while.

Here I was able to see The late Queen Elizabeth's funeral on my laptop. Sat in The Siam Heritage Hotel, surrounded by oriental splendour, I was able to pay my respects to Her late Majesty and remember with fondness, her legacy and significance for me. It did feel strange being away from the UK at this time, but then this was just the beginning of our new life and as I watched from afar, the penny finally dropped; in all probability we will never live in Britain again. Our life was firmly on track towards our new home in Australia.

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From Patpong and the Siam Heritage, we travelled across the city to Samsen Road, one of the oldest parts of the city. Here we settled into our luxurious hotel, where we enjoyed a more relaxing time. Close to all the major historical sites, we spent our time exploring this stunning part of Bangkok, visiting everything we could.

Darrell and I had firmly removed Britain from our thoughts, preferring to concentrate on the future. Travelling has always helped us forget some of the more difficult periods of our life, and this European/Asian adventure was the tonic we both needed. After several months of hell, we were now able to sit back and enjoy our favourite part of the World, free from pressure and stress, doom and gloom.

Surrounded by the beauty Bangkok offers, we immersed ourselves in the culture of a country that was so far removed from our own, yet strangely felt familiar and homely. This was a place where we both felt at ease, reassured and untroubled.

Opposite The Nuovo City Hotel, where we stayed, sat a small family run restaurant, 'So Samsen.' This became our go-to place and every evening we would go there for dinner. The food was exquisite, cooked by hostess Aom and her colleagues. Aom's credentials were impeccable, having helped set up a Michelin Star restaurant here in Perth, Western Australia, and at a reasonable price, we were able to taste the best of Thai food at a fraction of the price.

The ambiance was perfect; after each meal we sat looking out across the street where we were based, just chatting about the future, stroking the resident cat and soaking in the atmosphere. The girls, at So Samsen, would often sit and speak with us, adding to the friendly 'family' vibe. Both Darrell and I needed 'So Samsen' at that point in our journey, it reminded us, that there were good people out there, and a whole World to explore. I have never felt so secure somewhere in my life, and I know we were both reluctant to leave this pretty little restaurant behind. Its significance will remain a part of us always, as we continue our travels across the World.

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.... and so to Australia where we are today, preparing, hopefully, for the rest of our life together. This has unsurprisingly been the hardest part of our journey. When I left the UK five months ago, I never believed my life would be where it is today. Back then I thought I would get somewhere to live pretty quickly, settle down and continue doing the same job I did in the UK. However, nothing ever turns out the way you want it to. Australia has changed out of all proportion since I was last here in 1997 and the differences are clear to see.

Back in the late 90s, finding somewhere to live was easy, today nothing but. After the worldwide pandemic, property is few and far between, and we are still, after three months, living was Darrell's Mother. This has of course made life very difficult, and we are continuing to battle very much as we did in the UK. This is the worst part of life here in Perth; everything else, however, seems on the surface at least, to be going in our favour.

My application to remain in Australia is in and in a couple of days, on the 28th December, I will finally be 'legally illegal.' My 'Bridging Visa A' will be activated, and I can live and work here unhindered. So far so good, but one has to remember this is only a temporary visa, before my final Spouse or Permanent Resident Visa is issued at some point in the future. Nevertheless, all the fees and solicitor costs are now paid, and it is now a waiting game, to see if I am accepted or not.

I completed my medical assessment several weeks ago and this will either give me the green light to stay, or signal our departure towards pastures new yet again. The results I have received back so far are good, but the major one isn't back yet. As part of the process I had to undergo a chest X-ray and as an ex smoker for the last thirty years, I am hoping nothing too major is flagged up, but only time will tell if that is the case. Everything else is perfect and good to go, I just hope this final hurdle is crossed without too much difficulty.

I have also got a job, one of the first I applied for, and will be starting as a Senior Manager for a large corporation just ten minutes from where I live now. The pay is double what I was earning in Britain, and it looks like this could be the job that secures my future in Australia.

Also on a positive note, we should now be able to buy a property early in the new year. We have both built up substantial savings and with a dual income, we have been told we can borrow up to $500,000. This will allow us to finally have a place of our own, not waste money on rent, and finally, after 27 years together, settle into Australian life.

The decision to leave The UK was always about taking a chance at a new life and as reluctant as I have been in the past, I am glad I threw caution to the wind and grasped the opportunity with both hands. I suppose the last few months in Britain showed me I had nothing to stay for, except the few friends I had made, and of course my Father. These important people will always be in my life wherever I am, here in Australia or in the UK, they will always have a pivotal role to play.

At 51 years old, I am glad to have made a decision to restart and reboot my life and hope everything turns out for the best. Both of us are travellers at heart, so in the worst case scenario, we will just continue what we enjoy doing most and take off on another impromptu expedition, looking out for another place to settle. We only get one chance in this World, and as my Father said to me recently, before I left, I have to make the most of my time and go where my heart desires. Whether this is my final destination or not, is irrelevant, the fact is, we are doing what we love; the hope is of course that the outcome is favourable, and we can finally leave the past behind!

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Clayborne in Croatia!

1/10/2022

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Back Home To A Country In Mourning!

15/9/2022

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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!

13/9/2022

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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!

12/9/2022

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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!

11/9/2022

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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!

10/9/2022

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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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A Day of Reflection and Remembrance!

9/9/2022

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Friday was a day of reflection for me, as news of The Queen's death began to sink in. I wasn't feeling my usual self and wanted to spend the day quietly. My mood was distinctly melancholy as I walked with Darrell down to the beaches at Makarska. Once again we walked our, 10000 steps, only this time, a little more measured, avoiding the mountain passes and forested areas around this town.

On the way into the centre, we stopped at Franjevacki Samostan, a religious sanctuary in Makarska. I said a short prayer for the late Queen, spending time contemplating, looking around at the beautiful architecture and peacefully remembering my connection to The Queen and just what she meant to me.  I am by no means a religious person, but I am deeply spiritual; I suppose you could call me an agnostic rather than an atheist. This was the perfect place to gather my thoughts and take time for myself.

I was expecting rain when I awoke in the morning, but luckily it held off for the duration of the day. After walking along the promenade, I sat quite happily in local restaurant Ankora, taking in the views, remembering Her Majesty, while Darrell swam in the sea. This is a holiday both of us have needed for many reasons, but the thought of death has given this trip away new meaning. It does feel very strange not being home in the UK at this time, in fact it makes it feel less real than it really is, but, Darrell and I have always seemed to either be away, or in unusual circumstances, when these great moments occur.

After a light brunch, we both gently walked back to the apartment where we are staying, where I caught up with the latest news back home. It feels very strange having a new King and the constant references to Charles III by newsreaders, just doesn't seem real. When the new King addressed the nation last night, the penny finally dropped. Charles was the new Father of the nation, and I felt sad for the journey he now has to follow, without his Mother by his side.

In the evening, after an early lunch, Cousin Marin drove me to Vepric Church, just outside Makarska on the way to Split. This unusual church built into a cave was unlike anything I had ever seen. There were people sitting quietly, others were crying and all the while a Priest was talking in front of an alter in Croatian, so I have no idea what was being said. From what Marin explained, these people had lost someone close, and they were there in remembrance of their life.

We went to a small office at the side of the alter and purchased a candle and when the stage was clear walked up and lit it, saying a short prayer for The Queen. I left, turning briefly, looking back, feeling satisfied I had done what I could to remember The Queen's passing. It was such a momentous couple of days in my life, that marking this historic event was important. I may well be travelling the World currently, but that doesn't mean I can't share the grief of my Country. The change the Monarch's death has brought, echoes similar upheaval in my life at the moment; it was apt it happened when it did. Life will continue in very much the same vein; this crazy World may well have got just a little bit crazier, but it's up to us to continue living in the moment, as Darrell and I will continue to do!

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Poluotok Osejava!

8/9/2022

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Yesterday, before the death of Queen Elizabeth broke, Darrell and I went for a long two-hour amble around Poluotok Osejava, the Osejava Peninsular. We followed a well trodden path on the opposite side of St Peter's Peninsular, where we rambled the day before. It has been my aim to keep my weight in check, not over eat or drink and continue to keep fit. When I weighed myself this morning, I had lost another kilo, making it nearly two and a half kilo's in total. The walking here is truly amazing, it is the perfect place to take in the scenery and stay healthy, enjoying the Makarska Riviera in its full glory.

This expedition around the World has begun to take on new meaning for me after the death of The Queen. I am sad not to be in the United Kingdom at the moment, as my nation mourns, but it makes it even more poignant to remember our late sovereign as I explore different parts of the globe. Now, more than ever, her legacy is on my mind. Being away from Britain, has made me realise just how important she was to me.

As I strolled along the sea front yesterday, stopping briefly for a beer or two, admiring the view, the World seemed perfect, my life had purpose and I felt happy and content to be enjoying my time away. Within a few short hours, everything changed, and The Queen was dead.

It does seem wrong to be enjoying myself under these circumstances, but what else can I do? Life does go on, and we all have to make the best of what happens next. This was the last day before the world stopped spinning, the last day living under Queen Elizabeth II and this was the last time I would feel a sense of calm, before Her Majesty died.

I will of course mourn her death in my own way and will continue on my journey. However, my travels will take on new significance as I remember my Monarch and cherish the memories of her reign. I am glad I was in Croatia yesterday as I heard the news, surrounded by family and loved ones; the consideration they gave me was beyond measure. Today I remember a long life served, and respect the memory of the most enigmatic, hard-working, dutiful public servant, the World has ever known!

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St Peter's Peninsular!

7/9/2022

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The trouble with going on holiday, is you put on weight; good food and wine all contribute to that ever-growing waist line. For me, piling on the pounds is easy. I only have to look at food, and I get bigger. We have decided to do a long walk each morning to keep us as fit and healthy as possible. When I was working at Tesco, I would do, on average, fifteen thousand steps a day, so I need to do at least ten thousand to keep the weight off, especially when I am having a beer or two each day.

On Wednesday we walked from Darrell's Cousin's flat in the East of Makarska to the town centre, following the St Peter's Peninsular trail, across the mountains and down into the marina. As you walk along the cliff side, you are struck by the amazing views, everywhere you look. I was in awe of the landscape; it really is absolutely breathtaking. The walk can be quite treacherous at times, especially with the erosion along the tourist pathways, but the panorama, makes it worthwhile. Most people who come here, just sit in a bar and drink, and although I do that myself on occasion, I am also finding my feet once again and experiencing the diverse topography that makes this part of Croatia, so unique!

As we finished our walk at the monument of St Peter, overlooking Makarska harbour, I just stood looking over the bay, sun glistening, bouncing off the yachts, dancing in the heat of the day. It was a beautiful sight. Standing there, with my hands on the chain link fence, adorned with padlocks, I suddenly felt at one with myself. This is the life I was born to live, but sadly am unable to afford. Still, it is nice to dip in and out of this gorgeous country at will and return when we are able. Yes, I was tired by the end of the walk, but the vista made it all worthwhile. I have been to most places in the UK, but nothing resembles the dramatic terrain that Croatia is famous for!

Once again, in the evening, we went to Podgora to see family. While Darrell swam, I made my way to the end of the promenade, just soaking up the atmosphere. Stopping occasionally, I sat for a while having a drink, just looking out to sea. Podgora is a place to sit quietly and think, contemplate life and make plans for the future, it always has been. It is akin to paradise on Earth, when you compare it with the UK, but it is more than that, it is a connection to family that we wouldn't otherwise have.

It warmed my heart to see Darrell spending time with his kin folk in Podgora; arm around his Cousin Zana, swimming with others he hasn't seen for so long, these are precious moments for him, as we both travel to Australia. Furthermore, it is important now, more than ever, that he takes the time to be with all those closest. We are still here for the next six days, so we need to be with them as much as possible. Podgora is the backbone of Darrell's family and the reason we return over and over again. I am glad everyone here has played an important part in my lifestyle break, and hope to see them once again as my year draws to a close.

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