There’s nothing worse than starting the descent to your destination after a long-distance flight and feeling hungry. OK, there are of course worse things like war and racism and people like Putin having so much power. So let’s say it’s ‘rather unpleasant’ to be hungry on a plane.
After a 10 hour flight of eating airplane food which is basically designed to keep the toilet queue short, I usually feel a mixture of sick and hungry. If I’m lucky I get some dry croissant or sandwich just before the descent starts but that still doesn’t really do it for me. And then, by the time, the plane finally touches down and you finally get into the airport (probably via some stupid bus because the plane parked miles away), stand in the immigration queue for ages with no access to food or water… I’m just not amused.
And that is why I come prepared!
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“Christchurch, the town with the oldest population in the UK” – or something along those lines was the headline of the article that my friend emailed me and said: This is where we’re going!
She had kindly invited me and another friend for a weekend at her family holiday home by the sea. An invitation which we of course leaped at like a kitten at a laser beam. Thanks again, Emma!
But did this also mean spending a weekend in a retirement community? Would every staircase have a little lift on the side and would there be Zimmer frames blocking up the restaurant entrances just like prams in Hampstead?
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When my long planned holiday fell through, I had to look for alternatives on a short notice. Well, I didn’t have to but I was determined that I would go away. My criteria for that plan B holiday were:
- a country that I have never been to
- it needs to have beaches
- it needs to have some opportunities for a few cultural day trips
- not too expensive
- not too far away
- flights fitting in with my schedule
All these criteria were met by Croatia! And everybody says that it’s beautiful. So I booked my flights and flew the next day. Turns out, I hadn’t even considered that it would be high season and that it’s a very popular holiday destination for obnoxious families with annoying children. Who would have thought?
Here are some photos I took when I arrived at Okrug Beach, “Trogir’s Copacabana”.
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