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Zdravo from North Macedonia. As a young tacker growing up in Newie, I went to both primary and high school with lots of Macedonian kids. I was always great mates with the “Massos”, and when I’d see them out in town on Saturday night, they would always come up and introduce me to their cousins and mates, shout me a drink and have a laugh. Apart from the one or two times a year, when we played against them in soccer, and we HATED them with a passion, I treasured my friendship w

Pershendetje from the beautiful southern Albanian beach town of Himarë, This entry starts with a bit of trauma that was terrifying at the time, but is a good story now that some days have passed. Before we begin though, I’ll just drop in the pic of our accommodation - as is my want. Now, let’s begin… After we flew in from Manchester to Tirana, we went back to Tony’s and slept in Delph. It was hot, and there was a 200-person wedding outside, but it was OK. The next morning we

Roll Up!! Roll up for the Mystery Tour, Heya from the home of the Fab Four: the one and only Liverpool. It might surprise some of you that we have never been to Liverpool, despite spending a lot of time in this region, but it’s true. We left Wales after breakfast and the road to Liverpool was pretty easy. We found our accommodation very easily and parked Mokka in the complimentary carpark before dropping of our bags. It was too early for check-in so we went and got a great Th

Heya, from our last spot in Wales: Llangollen. We jumped in the Mokka, and headed out of smoky, hot Snowdonia and drove an hour or two to a wee town called Llangollen. We dropped some stuff off at the Airbnb - a cute upstairs room in a woman’s house - before we drove to the meet-up spot for the day’s activity: Canoeing on the Pontsycylite Aqueduct. No activity would be complete without a meeting point stuff-up, and this was no different. Basically, we left the meeting point,

Heya, from Dolwyddelan, Snowdonia, Wales. After leaving Abertyswyth, we drove to a cute little spot called Dolgoch Waterfalls. We parked up (no free parking anywhere in the UK) and paid before walking on a very good tarred track to the lower waterfall. We then did the 60-minute round track up over the waterfall and back to the car park. This was a good little hit-out to stretch the legs, and we even saw two caves that I swear were dragon lairs. We went into one, but I didn’t

Heya from Aberystwyth, Western Wales. Our first stop today was the town of Brecon itself. We parked up and spent a great hour or so walking along the canal, checking out the canal boats, the rugby fields, the allotments and the beautiful grey stone and slate houses. Absolutely, picture-postcard perfect. We then drove to a wee town called Llandovery, which the signs claimed was the birthplace of Welsh Rugby. Rightio, big call, but who am I to argue. We got a few bargains in th

Heya from Brecon, Wales, After an easy flight from Edinburgh to Stansted, London, we picked up our hire car - a snazzy brand new Vauxhall Mokka, that I can just about fold myself into - and hit the open road. Well, the open road is a bit of an exaggeration - it was a crowded M40 full of trucks and commuters. Anyway, after about 20 minutes on the highway, I had the car sussed, and we drove two hours to a P n R in Oxfordshire. 10 minutes later we were off the town bus and wande

Welcome tae Scotland, ya wee bairns! It’s been a minute. The last month and a bit has seen a lot of travel around the globe. Firstly, we returned home to Oz and spent three weeks catching up with loved family and friends. To escape the Southern European summer and have a mild Australian winter was what we sorely needed. We then left Sydney via Abu Dhabi and Athens and arrived in Tirana - about 24 hours later. We grabbed Delphi and stayed for a few days of rest at Camping Fam

Përshëndetje from Tirana - again, Our last four days in Tirana were pretty good. We caught up on some blogging, some TV, some A/C, and some sleep. We also hired a private driver to take us to Kruje Castle, which is on the mountains about 20 minutes north of Tirana. We arrived at Kruje about an hour before sunset and checked out the Old Bazaar. This cobblestoned street was flanked by wooden shops that sold everything from clothes to war memorabilia to musical instruments to ta

Pershendetje from Kosovo, We decided to book a bus trip to see Kosovo, as we know nothing about this (disputed) country apart from that it was bombed mercilessly in the 90s war and everyone in this region has a different opinion on it. So, we rocked up to the bus at 6.30 am, jumped on the A/C minibus with 6 others and headed off. One couple missed the pick-up spot, and we then had to wait 30 minutes for them at a servo up the road while they got a taxi there. Great start. Any

Pershendetje from the Albanian capital, Tirana, The drive to Tirana was pretty cruisy except for the last 6 kms that took 60 minutes due to crazy traffic, crazy heat, and a crazy roundabout. We arrived at a hotel called Julton Events, where we had arranged to leave Delph, while we hid from the heat in an air-conditioned apartment in the city. We met Toni and his wife, and then they drove us the 4 km into town - which took an hour again. Tirana is a city on the up, but the i

Pershendetje from Shkoder, Albania. After we spent the night in Delphi, we had to drive back to Camping Maslina in Buljarica to pick up our rego papers. When we bought Delph, we left England before the rego papers had been sent through and we were told that we couldn’t enter Albania without the originals. Technically, we weren’t allowed to enter Montenegro either, but we promised the customs officer that they were being sent to the caravan park and he let us through. Anyway,

Zdravo from Serbia, We checked out early from Centra Not-Forever, and got the public bus to main bus station (Belgrada Autobus Stanicka - or something similar) for our 7.50 am bus. Only problem was, the bus left at 11.45 am. Oh well, 4 hours to sit, drink coffee, eat burek, and go on our phones. We finally got on the coach as we were having a one-night spoil in a spa-resort called Premier Aqua in a town called Vrdnik, that was famous for mineral-laden, thermal springs. Righti

Zdravo from Belgrade, Because I got home late from watching the World Cup, we slept in the next day. Before we met our guide Anna, outside the front of the beautiful Moscow Hotel at 11 am, for a walking food tour of Belgrade. There were about 10 others from all around the globe on this trip. The day was warm, but not blistering, and we were as keen as Serbian Mustard to go! First of all, we wondered why so many people were gathered in the square outside the hotel. The answer

Day 1 Zdravo from Belgrade, We parked at Zlavo’s Airport Parking Lot - a.k.a. a big dirt lot 5 minutes from the airport in Zlavo’s backyard in Podgorica. Man, it was hot. High 30’s away from the coast. Luckily, wife of Zlavo said: “give electricity to hot people in van.…(to be read in a thick Slav accent) We then had a fan for the night. Ripper. We were up at 5 am and the Zlav, drove us the five minutes to the airport. No worries. 50 minutes in the air, boom, landed at Nikola

Zdravo from Buljarica, We reluctantly left our pitch, drove Delph onto a car ferry across the bay, passed through some beautiful beach towns and ended up in the tiny town of Buljarica. Chattz had recommended Camping Maslina because of shady pitches, good beaches and bike tracks into town. In the words of the Meat “2 out of 3 ain’t bad!” The bike track turned out to be the highway - so no thanks, chatty. The caravan park was pretty epic and was situated in part of a 500-year-

Zdravo from Kostanjika on the Bay of Kotor, Montenegro. After leaving Dubrovnik, we ummed and aahed about where to stay in Montenegro. Years ago we had done a day trip to Kotor, but we were hungover as hell that day, and all I remembered was that the roads were windy and mountainous and that we ate near a marina. We were going to skip it as our first non-Schengen stop, but we watched a few YouTube travel vids and realised that the Bay of Kotor was huge and people compared it

Ciao, my dear readers, from King’s Landing, a.k.a. the Pearl of the Adriatic - Dubrovnik. When planning where to drive and stay next, ChatGPT has been invaluable. “Chatty”, as we’ve come to call him, gives recommendations in seconds rather than us trawling through sites, reviews, and booking websites. As much as I have misgivings about the use of AI, now and into the future, he has been invaluable. (Author’s note: I’m always super kind too, so when a Terminator 2 scenario ha

Zdravo, After weeks of walking, these two old codgers needed a few down days. Plus, it was very bloody hot away from the coast, so we ended up driving Delph to Camping Falkensteiner in the coastal town of Zadar. This was the most expensive place that we’d camped at so far, because the Dalmatian Coast in Croatia is super popular and the start of the high season was a week away. Anyway we got there and the pitches were white gravel with trees growing between them. Our pitch ha

Zdravo from Plitvice Lakes, Croatia. This is a very short post, as there is not much to say. We stayed for a few nights at Camp Korana and went to Plitvice Lakes. This was our third time at Plitto, and we’ve seen it in three different seasons now, and it never fails to amaze. I think that this is the most naturally beautiful place that I’ve ever been to. Jen agreed until she saw Aguazu Falls in South America. That’s about it. We walked around for hours, and Jen-Jens pics do i