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| ON THE MONARCH FLIGHT... |
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| THE BODGING GETS HIS TOWEL ON THE POOLSIDE BED BEFORE THE AMERICANS AND THE GERMANS... IT'S WHAT HE DOES... |
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| A BAR BELOW THE CITY WALLS... HE ONLY DRANK WATER. |
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| WALKING THE CITY WALLS WITH ME... |
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| AFTER A SWIM, THE BODGING SLIPS INTO A WARM ROBE... |
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| ST BODGING OF DUBROVNIK... |
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| THE BODGING ATTEMPTS TO ESCAPE FROM THE MOTHER-IN-LAW'S TONGUE... |
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| HOTEL VILLA ARGENTINA'S CONCRETE BEACH... |
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| HE'S PINCHED MY SHADES, DAMMIT... |
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| CHILLIN'... |
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| THE STRADUN, THE LIMESTONE STREET BETWEEN DUBROVNIK'S CITY GATES... |
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| THE STRADUN AGAIN... |
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| AFTER A COUPLE OF BEERS, WITH LOKRUM ISLAND IN THE BACKGROUND... |
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| TAKING IN THE SUN... |
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| THE BODGING FINDS SOME CROATIAN WALL BARLEY TO THROW AT WOOLLY JUMPERS... |
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| I WAS GIVEN THIS COVENTRY UNITED SHIRT LAST YEAR, AFTER HELPING AT THEIR PRESENTATION EVENING, SO IT WAS ONLY RIGHT FOR IT TO REACH CROATIA... |
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| THE BODGING RATHER LIKED CAVTAT... |
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| DIDN'T DO TOO WELL AS A BOAT SKIPPER THOUGH... |
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| AT THE HELM... |
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| ...WITH HIS SKELETON CREW... |
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| THAT'S BETTER... |
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