It’s been a few days. I’ll start with our last day in Dubrovnik.
It was another glorious and sunny day and we had decided to go up the mountain behind Dubrovnik on the cable car. All good, off we went and up we went. Very pretty view from up there looking down on the old town. But the wind was picking up in a most determined way and from up there it was howling fiercely. We had some lunch up on the rooftop which was lovely but then we got the call that the cable car was going to descend one last time and then cease operation for the day. Not good news for me who is very trepid when it comes to heights at the best of times. I did float the idea of getting a taxi down but I think H&A thought I was joking!!! Anyway it was fine, we got down safely. We wandered for the last time through the old town and had a ‘not very satisfying’ last Negroni. But the town was closing up before our eyes. Nowhere left to even eat so we retreated to home base…the gorgeous Hilton. We decided to eat there that night…really the only viable option and even they had closed their main dining room. So we lived it up…cocktails in the bar. Then a meal which was lovely and really quite reasonably prices.
So next day was flight to London day. We were so relieved that the wind had died down because we had heard that planes can’t land at Dubrovnik in the wind. We didn’t think this would be a problem…at least not until we got to the airport. Planes ahead of us were being diverted to Split and the passengers had to get a bus to Split to get their flights. We waited and waited. Our flight was delayed due to strong winds, they didn’t know whether it would be able to land to take us. This went on and on. Rumours abounded and we just had to wait getting half hourly bulletins. More than 3 hrs later our plane landed to the cheers of the slightly mad English people waiting to board her. I’ve been whinging constantly about Russian Tourists among others but honestly the eccentric/ bordering on quite mad English tourists on this chaotic flight of ours take the cake. It was like being in a Monty Python film.
Long story short after an enormous day we arrived home safely, got takeaway and went to bed!!
So back in London again. I do love London, there is no doubt about that and this time it is tinged with the sad realisation that without Ham and Az here who knows when or even if I will return so I take it all in rather sadly this time.
Yesterday I went to the Saatchi Gallery at Ariane’s suggestion and just LOVED the exhibition that was on there. It was East meets West PopArt and it really did blow me away, amazing, loved it. I then walked along King’s Road to Chelsea…so trendy, cooler than cool really and where you’d want to buy a house if you had zillions.
Last night we went to an Ethiopian restaurant with Wana and Mikey who have just returned from Australia. That was nice. They cam back to H&A’s for drinks after and as it was Christmas Tree pick up night we dismantled the Christmas tree and threw it downstairs out the window…that was a bit of a to do!!
Today I went to Tate Britain to see the Late Turner Exhibition which I also loved. Spent hours and got home after dark (not that that is hard i.e. 4.30pm). So one more day doing my own thing tomorrow, then Friday Hammy has taken the day off to spend with me which I am very excited about, then we are going down to Kent for the weekend for my birthday treat. That is exciting. And squashed in there is a meal at Ottolenghi tomorrow night. Then it’s all over Red Rover and I head to Prague on Monday.
More later. Bye for now