IN A LETTER HOME: "I've really fallen in love with Jugoslavia, although the rain has been following us relentlessly until today! It's getting beyond a joke, as soon as we stop to pith the tents, or step out to see the sights, it pelts down. We've taken to singing 'Singing in the Rain' in the bus and other such optimistic songs! ... The coastline all the way down is reminiscent of Scotland and every now and then I see glimpses of Loch Bracadale and the Outer Isles! The only difference is the very white rocky slopes of the hills and the little towns - all clustered at the end of peninsulas, lots of re-tiled roofs built in higgledy-piggledy fashion."
MONDAY 14TH OCTOBER, 1976
"Early up! Made for Jugoslavian border. Lot of people began to feel rough as journey went on!
At border, exchange lady could have shot us all happily - not too friendly. Stopped at Ckricvenica for a coffee and shop - horrible coffee, nice friendly people though. Walked out to small pier - clouding over again.
Coastline beautiful though, lots of inlets, steep chalk terraced slopes, roads winding round them. Picturesque villages and fairly industrialised ports - a few ships. People very curious of Swagman!
Made way to campsite. Near sea, nicely situated among trees, good facilities. Seemed deserted apart from us. Someone (Chris) found dead green snake! Sat in bus talking about films. Early bed for a change. It poured at night of course."
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