The monotony of Manchester Airport was broken today by twelve teenagers which, carrying green 100 litre bags on their backs, bore a strange resemblance to the cast of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Dressed for British summer time, some of us were in for quite a shock when we got off the plane at Dubrovnik. It is hot in Croatia, very hot. Jeans and long sleeved cotton T-Shirts do not help to keep you cool when the temperature is above 30 degrees Celsius and the humidity is at sauna like levels due to the close proximity of the Adriatic Sea.
Today we set up camp for the night and went out for a welcome meal at the closest restaurant. However, when it is night time in a foreign country, directions given in a mixture of Croatian and English can be hard to interpret as one member of our team, who shall remain nameless(Henry Dashwood) found out this evening when they could not find their way to the restaurant. Many of us are sweating where we stand and the prospect of a night in a three man tent does not look inviting. However, showers are of the highest quality and await the refreshing splash of their water with baited breath.
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