“Travels to a Different Time”: 26 July1974: Somewhere in Yugoslavia: Low Budget Paradise: Where in the Hell Am I?

I woke up today knowing I am north of Dubrovnik. A tiny village called Janiania? It is not on my map. I really don’t care as I know I must head north to get to Germany to leave Europe shortly. I am in the Twilight Zone and there is a beautiful ocean and lots of Dalmatian smoked ham. My Austrian pals returned with loads of food for breakfast. We feasted and headed off to a fabulous beach for the morning. We are all hooked on this wonderful Dalmatian smoked ham and we went to a tiny restaurant for a bottle of sparkling Radenska sparkling water and two Dalmatian smoked ham sandwiches each. As we were eating a fight broke out in the restaurant with the son of the owner slugging the daughter of the owner. A crowd emerged to separate the two combatants. I think that spooked my Austrian friends and they packed up and left asking me if I wanted to go with them. My answer was no as I am stuck by forces unknown here. So I am alone in the big world. So back to the beautiful beach and cleaned out my nylon house of garbage and walked about a village unmarked on the map that I think was called Drače? This place is off the grid. Dinner was leftover food from Romania meaning bread, Russian canned sprats, peach juice and a peach. I have a dilapidated tent. No radio. No TV. I don’t even know where the fuck I am! Off to bed at 20:00. Wherever I am it is a therapeutic recovery from the horrific Romanian Black Sea Coast. What can happen in the Twilight Zone? Who knows? My mom always said the ocean had a healing power. I am beginning to understand this!