Trogir

Flying by the seat of your pants, as advised by the Lonely Planet editor Don George, is a quintessential part of the traveller's act and art.

You can call it whatever you like. You can call it flexibility. You can call it no-matter-what mindset. Some might call it a secret sixth sense that you never know where the journey will take you - while others might go so far as to call it the eleventh hour.

Our recent trip to Croatia was the perfect example. Accommodation booked from the site Airbnb, to our chagrin, went south at the last minute. We found out that the lodging near Central Dalmatia wasn’t ready only on arrival.

Duh!

Disappointing, I know. I was not quite frowning, but certainly not smiling, my heart running at a gradually faster tempo.

Before darkness, we made up our mind and went to Trogir, a historic town on the central Adriatic coast. That turns out to be a wise choice. Trogir, in fact, is an Unesco World Heritage site, in recognition of its architectural and cultural importance.

Like so often in life, all it takes is a leap of faith. And a whole lot of trust in your seat-of-the-pants.