I thought you should know the torture I’m enduring to bring you the latest from around the world.
As we speak, I’m in a little fishing village on the Adriatic, forced to drink ice-cold beers at a cafe overlooking the harbour, and you know this is not something I enjoy.
But as you also know, my dedication to my readers knows no bounds, and I’m determined to persevere with this struggle for another full week.
I hope you appreciate the things I do for you.
It gets even tougher. We were forced to visit the local cantina and buy a couple of bottles of their local red wine. Then we had to visit our old friend Dragan’s new restaurant to sample a selection of his pasta dishes and pizzas.
We had to end the night with a final round of beers by the quayside as the fishing boats gently bobbed in the evening breeze.
You know what’s even worse? There’s a place where we’ll have to watch the Lions matches and drink more beer.
God, it’s rough.