hi blog. i am in croatia, sitting at the computer in the hostel and consuming a rather large piece of gouda. hi. i'll tell you what happened since i last spoke to you.

jane and i took a bus from ljublana to bled with an australian girl called kate who we met at the hostel. it was wonderful shooting, all of a sudden, from the tired grey-orange sprawl of the city's outskirts into the deep green of the countryside. slovenia is one of the greenest places i have ever seen; the grass is springy and full of clover and is a rich, soft carpet that stretches for miles and miles. where the grass ends, the pine trees begin. the pine trees hug the sides of the mountains, which rise into soft blue peaks shrouded in cloud. power cables cut across the pines like spider webs that skim the trees before swooping over an expanse of fields. blackbirds sit on the cables like pensive raindrops.

we spent a day in lake bled, a brilliant blue pool rimmed with pines, the spires of little churches poking out. it was a burning day, the sun's rays making opalescent paths into the lake's depths. We took a boat out in the hope of reaching the island at the centre of the lake, but the day was hot, and our rowing was slow, so we had to turn back half way.

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on our journey from bled to split myself and jane became the wards of an elderly croatian gentleman whose name we never discovered. he had white hair and was wearing a pale blue pinstriped shirt and a beige tweed suit jacket and beige linen trousers. his eyes were sad. he restored my faith in humanity. i'll tell you about him when i next write, because i am very sleepy now.