Connecting with a giant

Damn. The cybergoat ate what I wrote.

Which was... That here I am in Pula with a giant of European literature. According to the stories, Joyce didn't like Pula very much. He preferred the fleshpots of Trieste, where he was teaching - and didn't like being sent to Pula for a few months.

Anyway, Cafe Uliks is a good place to hang out - we met a colleague for coffee here this morning.

Now in Rijeka, where I gave a lecture this afternoon, and we have had meetings - and soon a dinner. Must have a quick rest before then. This wining and dining is starting to get to me. Soon I'll be whining and dining.

PS Those are **not** my cigarettes.

And in other news the hotel blips are still going fine. Some part, or all, of 20 days in 2014 so far in hotels....