at the wrong end of a string of 5 days in makarska, dozens of rakia, rocks instead of sand, homemade everything. crossed the country with old friends in esad ribic, cb cebulski and brian azzarello. ate at kalalarga like the world was gonna end with new friends adi granov and tamsin isles.

it didn’t end. not at 4am, not at 5. …

out of zagreb, through forest that thinned and dried out into grey as we drove through to split and along the sea. chasing the sun (we lost), racing clouds (we lost), huddled 2 by 3 under canvas, hiding from the rain.
eating lamb and pig and trout.
i could get used to this.

so little sleep. the last couple days i’ve walked and eaten and argued all over croatia. this is what it looked like in zagreb.