What an unearthly time to get up. I have still got to walk down to the Hotel Lapud for the privilege of an Atlas bus picking me up to go to Cilipi. We are down before we’re up and within minutes en route to Zagreb via Croatia Airlines bus. So simple, the bus waits for any incoming flight.

Last day and I have decided to head into town. There are still some sites to see. Yesterday before going over to Lokran I stopped in the Sponza Palace and found copies of beautiful letters written from all the great heads of Europe to the city of Dubrovnik over the last five hundred years. Even a letter from Napoleon’s General to the city informing them of the end of their independence.

Was in no rush to get going today and had very little of any idea where I wished to go. By the time I got going the sun was high and I decided to walk on the bottom road. There seemed to be a few people going further round to the point at Babaluk which I hadn’t seen.

Thank heavens for travel wash. The single traveller who now has a bag full of smellies needs to wash them too. Chores done, off to Centro.

Didn’t have a clue what to do today and so went straight into town on the old No. 6. Wish they would buy some new buses, some of them really grind the gears and you wonder if you will ever get up the hills.

Last night in the usual bar I overhear the waiter attempting to sell desserts to a couple of girls. It turns out that Jacks (Jackie) and Trace (Tracy) are from South Africa and Zimbabwe respectively and met at University and are now both working in London. A little like all the Aussies and Kiwis that come over.

It is a short day, well the intention is to lie in and get up in my own time. I don’t get going till after 11:00 and decide to get the No. 6 out to the end of the line, see what’s out there.

The Dubrovnik President hotel and somewhere down through this pile of concrete, is a beach. The hotel is nothing special but does state to be 4*.

I have promised myself no more early mornings, I can’t keep jumping up and out the door by 7:00 every day, it is just no holiday.

Today’s different as I am off to Mostar, unfortunately on an organised journey with other tourists.

Last night I didn’t sleep with the new occupants of the room next to mine arriving in the early hours and with the wind picking up, there was ongoing noise. The wind picked up so much, it’s the Borro. As it was cold I succumbed to first sleeping with a sheet and then a blanket.

Each day cannot be odd but it can be different and this morning the light woke me about 7.00 a.m. The sun is still low over the hills from Montenegro and there is a light breeze with just enough chill carrying on it to need an extra cover over the bed sheet. In the mid distance there is an engine hum, quite low, but it is noticeable.

One does what one feels like, two do what they agree on and three get partway there but are never satisfied. Thank god I am one my own I can do what ever.

Whenever you wake on the first morning you know you are desperate to get a feel of the place, especially as I am so close to the old town. Its warm and sunny in fact its bloody hot and the sun has been pouring in through the bedroom doors for a while now.

The one thing about going on holiday is you have to start from somewhere; somewhere you do not consider as a “holiday”. It’s also advantageous to the holiday feeling that it be pouring in rain, cold and knowing that the onslaught of autumn has started.