Bacon, I love you.

YESSSS!!!! you´d see these beauties quite often, we caught one coming fresh off of the spit one day. It was amazing, they hatcheted it to pieces in a garage and then used a filthy guilotine to snap the ribs apart, chucked half a kilo into a plastic bag, all warm and greasy and we ate it with bread on the roadside. Charlotte wasn´t too sure about sucking out the spinal fluid though.
The shiny streets of Dubrovnik.
The last day in Croatia was beautiful, sunny cypress lined hillsides dropping away to the sea. The cops stopped us just after this, and were well annoyed about us not having stayed anywhere that they could trace us, "So one month, no hotel, no campsite, yes?"........ "umm, yes, sorry?"