Roaming Brit
  • Blog
  • The Story Of Us
  • Other Blogs
    • Forever Enduring Cycles Blog 2015 >
      • Forever Enduring Cycles
      • Bipolarcoaster
      • Books For Sale
  • Gallery
  • Spain
    • First Month
    • Three Months
    • Six Months
    • One Year
    • 2 Year Anniversary
    • Spanish Views
    • Gran Alacant >
      • GA Advertiser
      • Gran Alacant News
      • LoungeD
      • No Wives Club
  • About
    • New Life
    • Wedding
    • 21 Years
    • Timeline
    • My Story
    • Australia 2016/17
  • Guest Bloggers
    • Penelope Wren
    • Debra Rufini
    • Claire Coe
    • Richard Guy
    • Optimistic Mummy
    • Julie Rawlinson
    • Letters Of Hope
  • Links
  • Contact
  • My Writing
    • Short Stories From My Youth
    • Verruca Almond
    • The Streets

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

Picture

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!'
Picture

Perth - Our go to place to escape, when things get rough!

4/11/2022

1 Comment

 
Picture
Picture

'Perth is my go-to place; in this unforgiving World, we all need to escape and God knows, Darrell and I need to escape more than most!'
Picture
It was another day out in the city for Darrell and me on Wednesday. We had a lot to talk about, and spending a few hours away, is the only time we get to chat and make plans for the future. I have been hearing from people back home quite a lot over the last few weeks and as lovely as it is, it does make Darrell and I feel homesick at times. Both of us have had numerous video chats with close friends, all saying the same thing - 'Make sure you stay where you are, there is literally nothing to go back to Britain for.' I can see that; every day at 7am, SBS shows the British news from the night before, and it does look particularly dysfunctional in the UK at the moment. I would never return for the country, but the people are a different matter.

Yesterday, my close friend and old boss Zerina messaged me and gave me a bit of a motivational talk. Those I have kept in contact with, understand our struggles, and they have been instrumental in keeping us in Perth. I understand this is a difficult journey, we never thought it would be any different, and the encouragement we have received is beyond anything we could have expected. On Wednesday, as we sat in 'Coffee Club' drinking tea and eating cake, we both reassured one another about the path we were now on. After half an hour, we both started to feel better, as we always do. We are both well aware of where we are better off, but the frustration we feel at the slow progress is palpable.

Walking around the streets of the capital in blazing sunshine, we could be forgiven for thinking we are in paradise, but bubbling under the surface, the remains of the COVID-19 pandemic still festers away. The reason why we feel so stuck right now, is because of the extended closure of Australia and Western Australia in particular. Things are beginning to change, with the first not stop flight from the USA landing in the country only this week, but these are small baby steps, and we have to keep the faith, while Australia reopens for business and normality returns.

After receiving police checks from The UK and Spain, I was able to finalise the paperwork for my Spouse visa this week and everything is now in the hands of our solicitor. Wednesday was about relaxing after a very busy month and according to my Migration Agent the 'superfast' time I was able to gather all my documents and files together for this decidedly expensive $10,000 visa application.
Picture

After a short walk around Elizabeth Quay, we headed for lunch at 'Durty Nelly's' Irish pub, just off Hay Street. This traditional Irish bar is tucked away down a side alley, in-between a number of other restaurants and cafés. I stumbled across it last week, vowing to come back. The setting reminded me very much of my time in Thailand, surrounded by lush greenery and picturesque local venues - all rather civilized and cosmopolitan.

It was wonderful, just sat there relaxing and enjoying the heat of the day with a pint and the reassurance that my application to stay was coming to an end. We ordered a steak lunch which, for Australian standards, was very reasonably priced at a bargain $18.00 each. I have never eaten anything so cheap in Perth since I have been here. The food was delicious, full of flavour and perfectly cooked. At that moment, I felt happy to be home and no matter what gets thrown at us over the next few months, we do at least have a place to escape to when things get rough - rather like my hair in the picture above; rough isn't the word!
After lunch, we took a stroll to Forrest Chase, to catch the train to Bassendean. There was a demonstration in the square, over the murder of aboriginal boy Cassius Turvey. Thankfully the perpetrator is in custody, but this was an attack that was carried out in Midland, right on our door step. As I listened to the emotional speeches, by family, officials and friends, I realised that no matter how stunning this country is, it still suffers from the same anti-social problems we do in the UK. Wherever you live in the World, murder, violence, knife and gun crime will always exist, and my eyes were opened to the issues that Australia has, when dealing with the appalling treatment of indigenous people. Darrell and I have our problems, for sure, but they are nothing compared to the injustices suffered by the Aboriginal community.

Darrell's Cousin Tash picked us up from Bassendean, where we spent the evening with her and his Aunty Alice. To be honest, I was feeling particularly tired after being unable to sleep for most of the night. Darrell's Mother, takes steroids once a week as part of her treatment for cancer, and it does keep her and the rest of us awake. Yes I felt exhausted, but once again I am not suffering from cancer, so should thank my lucky stars I am well, and stop bloody complaining so much.

After a delicious dinner and quality time with family, it was time to leave. It is days like this that make me realise how lucky I am to lead the life I do. There aren't many people who have travelled as extensively as Darrell and me and lived in multiple countries. Chatting with family in Australia, I am well aware of the amazing life I have. When things get tough, as they inevitably do, I have the memories I made to keep me grounded and focused on the task at hand. Starting a new life down under, after a worldwide pandemic in the middle of a European war and an economic crash was never going to be easy; I guess I'm not doing too badly really!
Marmite Watch
Picture
Picture
...And finally

The last time I lived abroad in Spain, I did everything I could to make sure I had my essential jar of Marmite. I can remember vividly talking to the owner of the British Supermarket in Gran Alacant, pleading with him to stock some bigger jars of Marmite. At the time, six years ago, he only had the small jars in stock and used to charge a whopping 5 Euro a jar.

I have no idea what they cost now, but just before I returned to the UK, he managed to get in the bigger jars. That's got to be the story of my life, really - always just missing out at the last minute!

Anyway, it is far easier to get hold of the black gold in Australia. If you thought Brits were addicted to the stuff, well, Ozzies are absolutely besotted. Of course, they have their own Marmite, Ozemite, Promite, Mightymite, Vegemite, in fact every bloody mite you can imagine... IT REALLY IS A 'MITE' lover's dream here! As I have recently discovered, they also sell the original British stuff, although due to them having their own Marmite and copyright laws, it's called 'Our Mate,' and it is most certainly the real deal.

However, I have got quite used to Ozemite in particular and quite like the taste, but you really can't beat the real stuff, and I am thankful to have found it in the British section of Woolworths supermarket in Midland Gate for a bargain price of $4.80. One happy Brit!
Picture
Picture
1 Comment

Difficult Days Down Under!

24/10/2022

0 Comments

 
Picture
Things are most definitely not going to plan at the moment and if I am honest I have considered getting up and leaving. This has always been a tough country in which to succeed, but currently it is extremely exhausting. These first few weeks in Perth are a hundred times harder than the beginning of our new life in Spain, and I am feeling pretty fed up. I think both of us would agree, that we wouldn't have come here if we had known just how bad things were, and I am a little bit put out that Darrell didn't do his homework properly before we flew across the World. Having said that, I think we are both just glad to be away from the UK; the last few months there were particularly soul-destroying and with Britain the way it is, we are probably better off in Australia.

Neither of us have regrets about leaving Portsmouth, as it was something we were going to do in any case, but had we known just how difficult it is in Western Australia, we wouldn't have made the move when we did. Nevertheless, we are where we are, my application to remain in this country is in, and we aim to make this place home, at least until one of us throws our dollies out the pram and decided otherwise.

We aren't getting enough time together; the cramped conditions we are living in, is contributing to our current state of mind. Both of us are feeling negative, although I would call it realistic, and living each day as it comes. We have been told by lots of people that things will change, and we just need to ride out the stormy waters and keep ploughing our energy into long term future goals. As I said to Darrell today, the time for running away is over, it is now important to stay put and fight hard. This was the last international move I intend to make, so we just have to bloody well get on with it for a change.

Picture
We did get a break from all the paperwork and uncertainty last week, going with Darrell's Cousin Tash and her boyfriend on an afternoon of Dirt Biking. It isn't something I would have usually considered watching in the past, not being a fan of motorbikes in any sense, but I did thoroughly enjoy myself. If anything, it was a break from the drudgery of officialdom, and it allowed me to take my mind off pressing matters.

Tash and her partner are an absolute joy. She is honest, up front and says things how they are; just the sort of person I love to be around. Her boyfriend is equally frank and direct; as a Kiwi from New Zealand, I was wondering if it has anything to do with his nationality. A friend told me several years ago about their friend from New Zealand, and how truthful and plain-speaking he was. To be honest, that could also be said for Australians too, who I seem to be getting on better with this time, compared to 1995 and 1997; Only time will tell how that pans out.

While Tash and her boyfriend did their thing on their bikes, Darrell drove their distinctly large four-wheel drive, Australian Ute, behind them. The terrain in Gnangara Pines was pretty treacherous, with the ground full of potholes. But this was the only time, since arriving at Darrell's Mothers, that we have actually had time to ourselves exclusively, so despite the bumpy ride, it was welcome. It does rattle me somewhat, that we have to resort to this kind of outing, in order to have a conversation, but that is just part of the course presently; we literally have to take anything we can get, just to have a chat.

After a few hours biking, Tash drove us around Perth, along the beautiful beaches and into Fremantle for a hot dog and finally home. It was a shame that the weather was so bad on Sunday, the rainiest day since we have been here, but everyone except me seemed to enjoy it. My guess is they don't get it that often, and it is clearly preferable biking in the rain than in hot dusty conditions. It didn't detract from the lovely day, however, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

The whole point of a personal blog is to record feelings and emotions, which at the moment, is more important for me than ever. I do have good and bad days, more bad than good currently, but I am busy keeping myself occupied. I am still collating information for my bridging visa in December, and intend to lodge it just before Christmas. You may well think, why the hell are you doing that, when you are feeling the way you are? Well whatever I am wrestling with deep down, what ever happened in the past and whatever disagreements and arguments I have had, there is only one thing I am focused on, and that is finally being happy with Darrell, and that has to include Australia. I am the one holding Darrell back from making yet more knee-jerk reactions, and I am the one who is determined to see this through to the bitter end; I just hope the outcome is worth it!
Picture
Picture
No, I haven't hit the bottle yet, but I may well do in the future at this rate. We were lucky enough to spend another day in Perth, not at The Shoe, as usual, but this Friday, at The Belgian Beer Café, on Murray Street.

The food was great, and it was wonderful to have a few pints of Stella again. Despite the difficulties ahead, we are at least making time to chill out, even if it is with a bar full of people!
Picture
Picture
0 Comments

Reality Check

5/10/2022

0 Comments

 
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
We have been in Australia, for a little over a week now, and already we are feeling the pressure. Currently, we are staying with Darrell's Mum in Midland, WA, and it is rather cosy to say the least. Neither Darrell nor I truly understood just how difficult adapting to Australian life would be, but I think we have finally realised the complexity of our situation, as reality finally starts to bite.

On the surface, Western Australia is stunning and beautiful in every respect. The city of Perth is clean, modern, with an integrated public transport system that works fantastically well; more impressively, it has changed dramatically during the twenty-five years I haven't been here. The glittering capital of Western Australia does however mask struggles bubbling under the surface, we are only now beginning to see.

Let me first say, I have come to an important decision and have decided to apply for a Spouse Visa to stay in Australia, in spite of the difficulties that lay ahead; more about that later. For now, it was a bit of a culture shock discovering all the hurdles we have to overcome, just to build a life here, and remember age isn't on my side. At 51 years old, it isn't usual for someone of my advancing years to emigrate to Australia, but because I am married to an Australian, it actually isn't a stumbling block, thankfully, and on paper it should be a simple process!

There is a huge problem with housing in Perth, even bigger than the crisis in the UK, and that really is a concern. Over here you buy your house off plan from a catalogue and a builder will construct it to your own individual requirements. When COVID hit Australia, all building work stopped and those waiting for their houses to be built remained in rented accommodation, leaving rental properties in short supply. You have to remember, Australia has only just opened up after the pandemic, and construction as an industry has yet to recover fully. It will take a while for the new homes to be built and free up rental accommodation.

When I look back to 1995 and how fast Darrell and I obtained a property in Fremantle, I am gobsmacked by the circumstances today. It looks like we may have to stay with Darrell's Mother for a while, at least until my visa comes through just after Christmas. This wouldn't usually be a problem, but my Mother-in-Laws house is quite compact and was never designed to accommodate more than one person. The irony of it all, is we have the money to rent somewhere tomorrow, but there just isn't the property to rent.

The job situation in Perth is another bowl of contention, but not in the way you may think. There are actually loads of positions vacant here currently, so you would think it would be easy for Darrell to just fall into a job, but it isn't quite that simple. As I found when I was looking for work here in 1997, if you are a foreign national, it really can be a huge mountain to climb. Of course Darrell is Australian, but he has lived in Europe far more than Australia, so is consequently finding it hard to get a job. As the old saying goes, 'if your face doesn't fit....'

He has applied for lots of vacancies, but just can not seem to get past that first hurdle. Rather like when he arrived in the UK, just over a year ago, he needs someone to give him a break. In the UK, I knew people who could help, and he was given chances he isn't getting in Perth, and that is another source of angst for him and me. The alarm bells are ringing, and I am thinking, how difficult is it going to be for me, when I actually start applying for jobs too. These factors are making me cautiously anxious, but I am just hoping this is a temporary blip and both he and I will find work relatively quickly!
Picture
Picture
Lets return to the Spouse visa; yesterday, Darrell and I had a meeting with a solicitor in South Perth to discuss my future in WA.  It is well known how difficult it is to emigrate to Australia, it's probably the main reason why I have put off doing it for so long. However, we have now both reached a cross road and with Darrell's Mum suffering from Cancer, a change of circumstances in the UK and a desire to live somewhere warmer, it has been important for us to finally bite the bullet and chose to live together in Australia, a country I am beginning to love the longer I am here.

The solicitor was positive about the chances of me getting a visa relatively quickly, due to the length of time we have been in a relationship. We have travelled with twenty-seven years worth of paperwork since we have been together, so we have as much proof as the authorities in Australia need. Despite this, I do have concerns, which I did bring to the attention of my solicitor.

I will have to undergo a medical, and I am a little concerned at what they may find. The hope is, everything is OK, but that may not be the case. The only medication I take today, is statins for high cholesterol, which although under control, is still needed to keep my cholesterol levels in check. Apart from that, I really have no other issues that I know of, but at 51 years old you just never know. On the plus side, I am probably the fittest and healthiest I have been in years. I have lost so much weight that I can feel how healthy I am, and that can only be a good thing.

The other worry is the police check I have to have done from my time living in Spain. Australia requires a one from every country I have lived, and Darrell and I have lived in quite a few. The process of obtaining a police check is pretty simple as a rule, but Spain can be a problem. Getting the Spanish police check could take quite some time, and it has to be done in the correct way. Our solicitor said he will explain just how to do this at a later stage. Having dealt with Spanish authorities in the past, I am well aware of just how much red tape you have to wade through, and I have a feeling this could be the hardest part of the whole process; of course only time will tell.

Leaving the meeting yesterday, I felt far more positive than I have been lately. I know Perth is where I want to live, and I am determined to do everything I can to stay here. Our solid relationship should see us in good stead and really is the only proof they need of our commitment together, but this can be a hard country to deal with, and I am under no illusions about the apprehension I feel today. This will be our hardest obstacle to cross yet as a couple, but for the sake of Mum and to achieve the life we want together, it is a necessary next step on our journey together.
.... And finally, it's time to get back to eating healthy. This morning I was at Woolworths early to register some steps on the pedometer, and buy some healthy options. Since I left the UK all those weeks ago, on my lifestyle break, I have put on 3-4 kg in weight. That is not acceptable in my book, and I need to get back into a healthy routine. I found some similar items, I used to eat in the UK and a few more I have never seen before, and will give them ago. I'm also back on healthy balanced microwave meals, having found the popular 'Lean Cuisine' rage in both Woolies and Coles. They normally cost about $5 a pop, which is a bit more expensive than the UK, but is an absolute must for me, especially whilst keeping fit before my medical.

It looks like we have a busy time ahead from now on, and I will of course keep you all updated on the visa process. It does feel a little daunting at the moment, but with plenty of willpower and that overriding desire to succeed, I feel sure we will achieve our goal and look forward to a new life together in Australia!
Picture
Picture
0 Comments

Back Home To A Country In Mourning!

15/9/2022

0 Comments

 
Picture
Picture
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!
Picture
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.
Picture
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!
Picture
Picture
Picture
0 Comments

Our Final Day in Hrvatska!

13/9/2022

0 Comments

 
Picture
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!
Picture
0 Comments

Goodbye to Podgora!

12/9/2022

0 Comments

 
Picture
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.
Picture
Picture
0 Comments

Biokovo National Park!

11/9/2022

0 Comments

 
Picture
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
Picture
Picture
0 Comments

The Blue Lake, Imotski!

10/9/2022

0 Comments

 
Picture
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.
Picture
Picture
Picture
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.
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
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!
Picture
0 Comments

St Peter's Peninsular!

7/9/2022

0 Comments

 
Picture
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.
Picture
Picture
0 Comments

Makarska!

5/9/2022

0 Comments

 
Picture
On Monday, we went into Makarska; it has been a long time since we were last here, so we wanted to reacquaint ourselves with this large town on the Dalmatian Coast. It has changed little over the years, but it does seem far more quiet than I remember. Of course, after the pandemic, I would expect nothing less. It feels like there is only a trickle of tourists at the moment, but we have arrived at the tail end of the season, when most people are heading home, if they haven't done so already. However, it was no loss for me, the fewer holidaymakers the better.

It was an extremely hot day, as we sat drinking coffee in Romana Café along the promenade. This was the first time I've been here, and it was nice, sat chatting with family, watching the World pass by. Our Croatian Cousin, Marin, pointed out a famous football player, Alen Boksic, who was sat in the corner of the café under the television, apparently he played for Middlesborough and was particularly well known in his time. I had absolutely no idea who he was talking about; I suppose it's a man thing, just not on my radar!

Vlatka is heavily pregnant with twins, so after Romana, we left her in another local air-conditioned café, where she could relax while Darrell and I went for a walk, around the market stalls near the beach. From there we walked the short distance to the harbour, which was teeming with boats and small yachts. Makarska is predominantly a tourist destination and a port where ferries leave to take visitors to the many islands that make up Croatia, but it is also a working harbour, where local people strive to make a living. Architecturally and spiritually, Makarska always reminds me of Italy and a style of building I am comfortable with. This would be my ideal place to live, but as Darrell and I know all too well, it will never happen; Brexit has put pay to that!

Meandering around the small marina, I was struck by how beautiful Makarska is. Surrounded by limestone mountains, the scenery is simply breathtaking. It feels very much like the Swiss and Austrian Alps; navigating the coastline, taking in the sights and sounds, is an unforgettable experience. Croatia, as a country, never ceases to amaze me, just when you think you have seen everything, there is something even more wondrous around the next corner. This is the same for Makarska, it never disappoints and never lets you down, that is what keeps me coming back, time and time again!

As the afternoon became hotter, Darrell and I walked back to where Vlatka was sitting and made our way home for lunch and a rest. The heat does take its toll on you, but I am getting used to it once again and to be honest I am coping far better than Darrell. The older I get, the more I appreciate the sun; even after a few days, my usual aches and pains have disappeared, and I am once again feeling top of the World. The climate suits me far better now at my time of life; I need to feel the sun on my skin.
In the evening we drove to Podgora where Darrell went swimming, and I sat leisurely in a local restaurant. Eating a mushroom omelette and drinking a pint of Croatian beer, overlooking the fishing harbour, I felt at peace once again, something I haven't been feeling in the UK for a long time. Podgora is my second home, and the calming nature of the village is great for my sense of wellbeing. If I am completely honest mind you, I have been drinking a little too much beer over these last few days and need to reign myself back in. I can feel the pounds beginning to pile on, and that isn't what I need right now.

As the day drew to a close, Darrell and I walked slowly to his Cousin's house, just off the main thoroughfare, and had yet another beer with family before heading the short distance home. Chatting well past midnight, it was lovely just being in the company of loved ones, sharing ideas, talking about the future and enjoying some well deserved quality time. This is the reason we came to Croatia, and it does feel good to be a part of such a loving family unit. It is perfect spending time in such a special place, with those 'to die for' scenic views, but it is more than that, it is also a connection to Darrell's heritage and the positive influence it has on both our lives. As the sun set over the mountains, leaving a faint red glow, I felt content being home again and happy to be at one with myself, still trying to find that person I am inside.
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
0 Comments
<<Previous

    Author

    51-year-old Author and professional blogger. Expat formerly living in Gran Alacant on the Costa Blanca! Currently, residing in my adopted home of Perth, Western Australia.

    Picture

      Contact Luke.

    Submit
    Picture
    Click me & email for more information!
    Picture
    Picture

    Categories

    All
    Asia-2019
    Australia
    Australia 2022/23
    Bettys-revenge
    Bipolar
    Bipolarcoaster
    Britain
    Bullying
    Business
    Cancer Research
    Cats
    Characters-i-have-known
    Charity
    Charlatan-or-confidant
    Christmas Thoughts
    Claybornes World
    Coming-out-stories
    Cooking
    Coronavirus
    Croatia 2022
    Current Affairs Politics
    Darrell In The Uk
    Death Of Queen Elizabeth
    Dunbars
    Easy Horse Care
    Events
    Events That Shaped My World
    Family
    Fascinating-facts
    Friends & Colleagues
    Gran Alacant
    Guest Bloggers
    Ibs
    Immigration
    Information
    Inspirational People
    Interviews
    Japan And Thailand 2020
    Jersey-2019
    Lifestyle Break
    Lockdown-life-in-photos
    London 2022
    Lounge-d
    Luke-martin-jones-awards
    Marmite Watch
    Memories Of Fareham
    Memories-of-home
    Memories-of-southampton
    Memories Of Spain
    Me-too-oxfam
    Milestones
    Moving
    My Life
    My Writing
    Non Touch Toast
    Oxfam Sociopathy
    Penelope Wren
    Photographs-of-hope
    Platinum Jubilee
    Quotes
    Rabs-world
    Remembering Gran Alacant
    Reviewing Gran Alacant
    Santa-pola
    Self-isolation
    Shopping
    Short Stories From My Youth
    Southampton
    Spiritual
    Teaching Jamie
    Thailand 2022
    The-darkness
    The-streets
    The Two Of Us
    Travel
    Verruca-almond
    Visits From Friends
    War In Europe
    Weight Loss & Health
    Year In Review 2015
    Year In Review 2016
    Year In Review 2017
    Year In Review 2018
    Year In Review 2019
    Year In Review 2020
    Year In Review 2021
    Year In Review 2022
    Zest

    Archives

    January 2023
    December 2022
    November 2022
    October 2022
    September 2022
    August 2022
    July 2022
    June 2022
    May 2022
    April 2022
    March 2022
    February 2022
    January 2022
    December 2021
    November 2021
    October 2021
    September 2021
    August 2021
    July 2021
    June 2021
    May 2021
    April 2021
    March 2021
    February 2021
    January 2021
    December 2020
    November 2020
    October 2020
    September 2020
    August 2020
    July 2020
    June 2020
    May 2020
    April 2020
    March 2020
    February 2020
    January 2020
    December 2019
    November 2019
    October 2019
    September 2019
    August 2019
    July 2019
    June 2019
    May 2019
    April 2019
    March 2019
    February 2019
    January 2019
    December 2018
    November 2018
    October 2018
    September 2018
    August 2018
    July 2018
    June 2018
    May 2018
    April 2018
    March 2018
    February 2018
    January 2018
    December 2017
    November 2017
    October 2017
    September 2017
    August 2017
    July 2017
    June 2017
    May 2017
    April 2017
    March 2017
    February 2017
    January 2017
    December 2016
    November 2016
    October 2016
    September 2016
    August 2016
    July 2016
    June 2016
    May 2016
    April 2016
    March 2016
    February 2016
    January 2016
    December 2015
    August 2015
    July 2015
    May 2015
    April 2015

    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Tweets by realtruthblog
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Instagram
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    Picture
    A place to call home
    Finally, a place we can call home.  A community of like minded individuals, who used to call Britain home.  Now Spain is our choice, an altogether gentler, happier, sunnier and safer experience!
            Luke Feb 16
    Picture
Picture
Picture

Telephone

+447999663360

Email

lukemartin.jones@gmail.com
  • Blog
  • The Story Of Us
  • Other Blogs
    • Forever Enduring Cycles Blog 2015 >
      • Forever Enduring Cycles
      • Bipolarcoaster
      • Books For Sale
  • Gallery
  • Spain
    • First Month
    • Three Months
    • Six Months
    • One Year
    • 2 Year Anniversary
    • Spanish Views
    • Gran Alacant >
      • GA Advertiser
      • Gran Alacant News
      • LoungeD
      • No Wives Club
  • About
    • New Life
    • Wedding
    • 21 Years
    • Timeline
    • My Story
    • Australia 2016/17
  • Guest Bloggers
    • Penelope Wren
    • Debra Rufini
    • Claire Coe
    • Richard Guy
    • Optimistic Mummy
    • Julie Rawlinson
    • Letters Of Hope
  • Links
  • Contact
  • My Writing
    • Short Stories From My Youth
    • Verruca Almond
    • The Streets