Back from Buda, back from Pest

This morning I woke up in a smokey mobile home near the beach in Pula on the south coast of Croatia.

Thirty minutes later I was hitching a ride to the airport with some Welshmen in a dilapidated caravan.

Flash forward a few hours and I was back in London, walking to the office. All I could think about were the delicious rice cakes sitting on my desk awaiting my return.