23-IX-2018.

The guy from last night wasn't there at 10:00. Not that we were sitting and waiting, just passed by and I just walked to the waitress to register our presence, so she can mock him when he appears next time. I though he was her boss or something, but he's actually doing security in the skeleton of a hotel nearby, which stayed unfinished for many years and is finally progressing toward a building. And they promised him a job when it becomes a hotel.

(... 2 words...)

So we had our usual spa day - walked around, had a coffee, ice cream, walked more, went to the market, (... 9 words...). We found, in fourth butcher's shop (with a quite unlikely name in english) real bacon, no water added, and it was even skinned. We bought a whole slab, should have bought two. For lunch, went to a pečenjara and took a kilo of lamb roast. Excellent. Packed the rest and later ate it for dinner in the room, with the bread we took in Požega two days ago. Worked just fine. Had just one beer. Even took a trip on the little train which goes up and down the other side of the promenade.

Found clogs to buy, Kopitarna Celje has a shop right there. They fit perfectly and are cut for the tall bridge-of-foot. The wood is two-part, rubber between, so they bend as you walk.

Walked north of the spa proper just to buy some cream cheese and plastic knives. Didn't have them so we took forks. Worked just right.

The piece of floor that is slanted works just fine to hold the eos70 stable and parallel to the floor. It's the world that's awry.

Another walk, until dark. Packed it in quite early, that air.

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Mentions: 21-VIII-2023., eos70, pečenjara, in serbian