From Wilsden to Omit

Another year, another adventure. Up at 4am, one of us was bright eyed and bushy tailed; the other thought she'd (clue there!) been shot. Away by 5 and over the hills to Yeadon (did you know Murgatroyds don't do early breakfast specials; a gap in the market?). Everything went according to plan and we took off just after 7-15, but then the bushy tail sagged and one of us dozed three quarters of the flight!
Dubrovnik airport isn't massive but it's fine. We found the travel guide and got on the right bus, but then the nightmare started. Omit is apparently approximately 1400 miles from Dubrovnik by road; as the crow flies it's about 50 miles but this part of the world is just mountains and bays, so you drive 30 miles on winding roads just to get to a point half a mile across some water!
We started in Croatia then crossed the border into Bosnia. 20 miles later we crossed back into Croatia. One country is nearly in the EU and the other isn't so we were warned that the Bosnia customs might be a bit sniffy and insist on examining everyone's passport. But when our driver told them we were just a bunch of brexit brits he said we could enter.
But then, on re-entering Croatia they decided to be awkward and wanted to see all passports. But then our driver said something (in Croat) along the lines of they've just had their passports scanned at our airport so why do you want to do it again you divvy? He then waved us on.
We had stopped for a delicious Bosnian ice cream while we were in their country. They have their own currency but happily took Croatian money, but not Euros.
Happily upon finally reaching Omit it's a lovely little seaside place and our hotel is literally next to the beach. Nice room with a balcony on the third floor and our neighbour is Geoff from Halifax; I like meeting people from all over the world while on holiday!
So to the evening meal and it's a serve yourself buffet, so I had chicken with tagliatelle, beef stew and baked red snapper all on the same plate (mum had chips and a sausage). The snapper was nice but contains multiple lethal bones!
For pudding and hear this Mr and Mrs Saunders, I had garlic pasty! Very thin pastry the thickness of a pancake, full of garlicky green stuff ( or might it be cannabis?). Good job I also had dough balls (you can tell by the way I walk) to sweeten it. Also had a nice panacotta. I can't understand why I keep putting on weight!
Finished off with some Ozujsko beer (wonder if they sell that in my Polish shop?)