From Dubrovnik

Howdy all ' checking in from an Internet cafe (read a laptop on the side of the road) in Dubrovnik. 30 odd degrees and wearing the dodgy bandana in honour of Jaco.

First night at sea last night was the formal night, all kitted out we ended up at a caberet style "Salute to Broadway". All the classics and good fun. Then I dragged Ma up to the Sky Walk Night Club for a couple. This place is classic, set up for pure sleaze.

Just as Ma was saying that I should stay on for a while (things were yet to really kick off) we saw "that guy". Sat on his lonesome, leering, drinking, annoying the bar staff (his mates, ahem...) he did a full lap of the room and then ended up walking up to us. He looked at Mum and said (straight faced, which makes it worse) that "this was an over 21 place¸¸ but he would not tell the bouncer". Brilliant. He was dismissed with a golf clap and a piss off noddy.

Mum was quick to appreciate my desire not to be "That Other Guy", we made our leave around midnight.

So we are in Croatia now. The Old City is amazing, and did I mention hot (punctuation noteč insert question mark. Dodgy Crotian keyboard. Thank you.)

Back to the tug later this arvo and off to Corfu.

The American stories will be posted in good time, but a quickie, stacato bullet point style.

Emergency drill prior to sailing. Well publisied, no surprise to anyone. The alarm sounds. People mosey to their rooms, grab their life jackets and proceed to their respective muster stations. One lonely American voice rings out, "Woman and children first, woman and children first" and he was serious bless him.