So, the S.O. didn't appreciate mr enjoying BiH so much and upon my return demanded equal time abroad. Trouble is she cant take much time off work, so it needs to be a quick trip.
So I write from a dockside cafe at a town called Preko on an island called Ugljan. Reaching here was a silly cheap ticket on Ryan for a 1 hour flight from Budapest to Zadar, then a private transfer to the port and a private speedboat to the island hotel.
The prices here like most of Croatia rival those in Paris. But its only for half of Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday morning. I will live.
More to come.