In order to get to England/Ireland as quickly and predominantly cheaply as possible we have taken an overnight bus from Split to Trieste in Italy. One day, one country. And yes, just a bit stupid.
Thankfully we have both visited this ancient land before, and so the pull to linger was not as strong, as say our unexpected stop in the Bahamas. Trieste is also not on the Italian tourist map - a small working city that serves as a gateway to the Adriatic and not much else. Still, where there's an Italian city there is Italian food and we spent our six hours here doing what any like-minded foodies would do: drink copious amounts of espresso and eat pizza. It's so easy to forget how pizza should be served until you visit Italy. Thin as a pancake, crisp round the edges and with a handful of toppings, slathered in buffalo mozzarella. Perfection made easy, and that is all I have to say. Grazi!
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