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1/10/12 Together again in England. Preparing for our biggest adventure yet.

1/6/12 A final fix of dulce de leche before leaving South America. It is now summer in England, right?

1/5/12 We're sad to leave our friends in Buenos Aires but we're itching to put our backpacks on and head off into the wilds.


Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Ljubljana, Slovenia

Another day, another country. Moving into northern Europe, the baroque splendour of Ljubljana formed a very nice backdrop for a quick picnic of horse-meat sausage.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Dubrovnik, Croatia

We had a lot of driving to do but Croatia's coastal road made it more of a pleasure cruise.


Dubrovnik lived up to all expectations. We feasted on seafood and walked the renovated walls of this spectacular red-roofed old town, very aware of the scars of its weighty recent history.

On the opening night of the city's summer festival we jostled for a space on the celebratory harbour front.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Balkan Appetites (video clip)

They don't do small portions in the hills of Montenegro. As we discovered with our lovely friends Nir and Vania.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Montenegro

Next on our zip through the Balkans: Montenegro. A tiny country that packs in as much breathtaking scenery as a continent.


In hot summer sun we drove by glacial lakes, over refreshing green rivers and through winding mountain passes. In just a few days we hiked and camped in various idyllic landscapes with our good friends, Nir and Vania (also our unofficial Balkan guide).

A true highlight, we deemed Perast to be one of the finds of our travels. Venetian in style and tucked inside southern Europe's only fjord, we're already planning a return visit.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Albanian Honeymoon

A little time to recuperate on Skopelos before we set off on the drive back to the UK. Our first stop: Albania. An obvious honeymoon destination.


We were impressed by Albania's wild beauty and baffled by its quirks. An anachronism in modern Europe, but after travels in Africa we took its potholes in our stride. At Butrint, all of Mediterranean history is to be found, in a jumble of ruins by the sea.


Our many rewarding memories of Albania will be dominated by the idiosyncrasies - the ageing concrete bunkers, the checkpoint police who offered hotel rooms, the cautiously warm people and the fact that every other car is a Mercedes stolen from a high street near you.


(Ours is the anomaly with the roof rack.)