The Great Race

Torturers have used sleep deprivation as a way of manipulating prisoners for centuries.

That's all I'm saying. 

But finally last night I flew into Split, a total of about... oh, I can't work it out but let's say A. Lifetime.  to get here, but flying into Split always makes it worth while. The cicadas are the first thing I hear, and the language. Fast with a lotalot of consonants and not a lotalot of smiles. (My advice from a friend when I came to live here was not to smile so much, people would think I was weird...).

So, recalibrating for now. I need to book a ferry ticket to Otok Brac (with a 'ch'). For now I'm eating breakfast on the terasa at Balatura, the loveliest of boutique hotels.

I'll check in later.

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