Kris gasps excitedly and dashes forward to pick something off the ground, heavy pack and tender blisters forgotten.
I’ve hardly had time to wonder what she’s found this time, before a blue circle comes hurtling through the air towards my face.
From Hahlić dom, you can see the ocean. The sun sets over it in a pink and purple blush. I can see all the way down the dark green coast of Croatia, curled up like a spindly dragon. We’ll be walking along it’s spine for the next month and a half. It sounds like a long time, but what strikes me from here is just how small these countries are.