It was one big culture shock as I travelled through a small part of the UK on my journey to Croatia.
Starting out in Ipswich and lunch with Paul, I travelled into London and had 12 hours to kill before my flight left to Croatia. A flight at 6am from Gatwick airport was going to see me spending the better part of a night there.
Whilst security kicked up a fuss more then once, I quietly observed the happenings of a 'closed' airport after dark. I wouldn't recommend it, but it was cheaper then a hostel and cab.
Sitting awake for over 24 hours my flight was called and I managed to make a 'bed' out of three seats and sleep all the way to croatia.
Once arrived, I could not have been in a more opposing world. The warm calmness that Split had to offer was very inviting. This was only the start.
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