Category: Croatia

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Coming out in Croatia

We’re lucky enough to have family who we can go visit out in the countryside. It’s our opportunity to have homemade wine, homemade salami, home cooked traditional Croatian meals and just relax after a busy week in the bustling city. My family are very simple, rustic people with big hearts....

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Dubrovnik People

It’s nearing the end of the season here on the Croatian coast, but there’s none of the surly antagonism you might expect from the exhausted locals. On the contrary, they’re still all smiles and relaxed friendliness. There are some towns you go to and you can tell that the locals...

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Something about the election

Well, I suppose I should probably say something about the Australian federal election. I’m a Facebook addict and I’ve recently gotten on to Twitter and I’ve noticed that across all of my social media everyone hates the Liberal party. It makes me wonder who votes for them? People not on...

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Klapa along

A few weeks ago, I went to see a performance of klapa at the Croatian Museum of Natural History. I’m not sure what I was expecting – maybe a Capella sung from within the ribcage of a long dead brachiosaurus? A choir of stuffed dodos? Getting down and dirty with...

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The bells, the bells

We can’t avoid this, Zagreb. We have to talk about the bells, the obsession with bells. It is not a mild obsession; kicking off at 6 in the morning they continue on til 10 at night. Usually, they are regular and seem to follow a schedule, but then there are...

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A very Scottish welcome

Last week, Zagreb hosted Scotland in the World Cup qualifiers. Not being an avid football fan, my first indication that this important match was impending was when I collided with several men wearing tartans in Ban Jelačić Square. Not really what you’d call an everyday occurrence here in Zagreb. An...

Wonder Washing 0

Wonder Washing!

Do you ever watch old movies or ones set in Sicily and there are clothes lines strung up between people’s apartments, clothes lines on little pulleys so that you can put your clothes out and pull them back in? Yeah? Well, I have one of those. I can’t admit to...

The sounds 0

The sounds

Normally the first thing I unpack when I move into a new place – or the first thing I buy, if it’s a new country – is a stereo. A house without music is not a home. “Silence, something about silence makes me sick.” But so far we haven’t got...

Episode II : A New City 0

Episode II : A New City

I’m sitting at a desk in the attic of a building in central Zagreb. The rain is pouring down the windows and dripping off the satellite dishes outside. A crane has stopped working for the day on the half-finished building opposite. As the thunder rolls, I’m a little bit afraid...