A teacher on holiday

Had enough of trying to paste these bloody novel chapters together. Let's just chat.

I've come back from a trip to Montenegro and Croatia which could best be described as unreal. It's a pretty mad part of the world, really. They've been torn apart by ethnic conflicts and manufactured xenophobia. And they drink in the mornings.

We stayed for 5 days in a little seaside bed and breakfast for 7 euros a night, which was run by two pensioners. She spoke a little Italian, but conversations with him were in charades. Which was particularly amusing since he was drunk most of the time.

This place is on the coast of Herzeg Novi. If I could post pictures on this damn blog, I'd show you where that is. It's just across the Serbian border, only about 30mins from Dubrovnik. But it's a lot more chaotic. It's great.

I'd better go. My flat is a tip, and I'm preparing to move to Stuttgart after coming back from an IB workshop in Bratislava (Slovakia). Aaaah. Help.