and so we turn north

We have left our lovely Island of Hvar and have headed to Zagreb, a city of communist concrete and Austro Hungarian splendour.  Just a to say:

I’ve weaned myself from Sat Nav, can you believe,

I’ve weaned myself from Sat Nav, now I can weave,

On A and B roads in the old Eastern Bloc,

Without letting Tom Tom run me amok,

To see how far it is to go

I sporadically spy the speedo,

I feel so free and green

Not constantly scanning the screen;

I’ve weaned myself from Sat Nav.... for now.