Been trying to think for a few days a somewhat witty introduction to put at the start of this post but I just haven’t been able to come up with anything. Maybe it’s foreshadowing the fact that no single one off situation occurred to to the Battlers since arriving in Zadar. Within saying that, a drawing can’t be completed unless all the lines have been drawn to each point regardless of how big or small they are.

In Zadar we stayed at the Boutique Forum Hostel. This place had only been open for twenty five days when we arrived there. Each room was a four bed ensuite with bunk beds, each bed (top and bottom) enclosed by walls with only a tiny square to enter and exit from. These pods ensured privacy and were bloody comfortable. Had an early one because we had a surprise start to get to Plitvice National Park.

Reached Plitvice National Park at 1030am after a two hour bus ride/sleep. I hadn’t heard of Plitvice until Valencia when Jessie, the Canadian guy who was obsessed with weed and castles who drove us to Barcelona in his Merc, told us about it.

The place was unbelievable ! For those who may not know, Plitvice is the home to some of the most beautiful waterfalls. The worst part about the park is that there is no entering the water allowed. This wouldn’t have been a problem if it wasn’t a bloody scorcher of a day and the water was bluer than the bluest sky you have ever seen. Looking back on it, I wish we’d jumped in for a quick dip. Once again we were too honest which is a shame. Took some excellent snaps of some of the waterfalls having walked the entire park in about five and a half hours.

Looked for places to stay in Hvar and Sibinek (Sibinek because someone at our hostel said they also have cool waterfalls), but because it was Saturday, everything cheap/affordable had already been booked. As a result we spent another night in Zadar at the same hostel.

On Friday 25th August, our last day in Zadar, the Battlers booked a flight from Vienna to Istanbul and accommodation for the following nights in Hvar. Had a geez around Zadar and went swimming off the massive concrete jetty surrounded by the crystal blue refresher under another cloudless sky. Saw the sunset (less romantic this time because we were with some other Aussie blokes from our hostel) as well as the sea organs. I really enjoyed the sea organs and reckon they were a thousand times better than the ruins which “now appear more often than a grocery store” commented Eddie. If I didn’t have to see ruins ever again in my life it wouldn’t trouble me in the slightest.

The sea organs are basically holes in the side of the break wall/walkway where the land meets the sea. The water flows in and out of these holes creating an organ like sound. Although no song is playing, it’s still a soothing sound.

The Battlers enjoyed Zadar and particularly Boutique Forum Hostel which reminds me of The Jetsons in its architecture every time I think about it. I’d recommend it to anyone traveling.

We’ve been away for eight weeks now and although there certainly are things we miss about home, it seems to be becoming easier being away from home. As of late I think we’ve only accidentally touched hands once be mistake, thankgod.

Nothing else really to report as everything seems to be going smoothly for us at the moment, unfortunately for you, the reader. Maybe we are battling just as much if not more than we were at the start but now the bottle becomes apart of our everyday life. The situations we find ourselves in are so much more insignificant now to what they have been. Hopefully for you we stuff up something worth telling real soon