It doesn’t matter how you say it, it isn’t correct. The lady selling tickets won’t have a clue what town you’re talking about. People on the street won’t have heard of the place. But we got there, and it was really quite beautiful.
Varazdin is a little town one and a half hours by bus from Zagreb. Driving into town it looked more like the headquarters for a number of concrete manufacturing businesses than somewhere to spend the day, however the centre of the town is a pearl – baroque architecture no cars for 3 or 4 blocks in the centre. Simply stunning.
Apart from the Webers’s home cooked meals, lunch was one of the best meals I’ve had in Europe. I had duck breast with barley, Linda goulash and both dishes were exceptional. The service throughout was excellent. To finish we had coffee, and it was shit. The meal including the shit coffee, sides etc – about $25 each.
God bless you Varazdin, or whatever your name is.
The Very Excellent Adventures of the Cunnington-Smythes 
My dear Rossjnici
Belated Merry Christmas to you and your travelling companions. Looks like you are experiencing clear, cold weather. Jolly good! Where did you get those shorts and how much baksheesh did it cost to organise that shot with the passing cyclist? Am impressed with your attendance at Mass and pray that a corner might have been turned in that respect.
Cool and foggy here at the moment. Reminds me of my time in Darjeeling before the Sepoys went berserk. Speaking of which, we put 500 plus runs on them today. Ah, there’s no sound like the crack of a red nut off the willow.
Must go now; time to relax. Might watch a DVD – a choice: Zulu, Sink the Bismarck or Lawrence of Arabia.
Many warm ((())) to Lindjja.
BjLjYjG and Cheerio to all.
Humblest apologies, old son; forgot to sign off. Of course, the cheerio is from Farquhar.