It's 0600hrs and I'm onboard a KLM flight about to set off for Croatia, having been invited to visit the Haix production HQ based in the village of Mala Subotica which has a population of 5452 and covers 13 square miles. The trip is via Amsterdam, so the plane is full of stoners, but I'll put up with that lingering smell of hash and lack of personal hygiene for another trip to the beautiful and ancient land of Croatia. A country maybe familiar to many of you for all the wrong reasons, Croatia is a low crime, friendly and safe country, provided you don't go wandering off the beaten path where you're likely to find yourself in one of the many minefields that the country is still trying to rid itself of. The itinerary involves a tour of the facilities that cover 12,000 square metres and which can manufacture up to 10,000 pairs of boots each day, and I'll aim to get a number of videos of the processes involved in making a Haix boot, as well as take the opportunity to ask questions, demand answers and find out more about Haix as a company and a family. All this will build up to the final product of another one of my 'A Closer Look At' articles, which in the past have seen companies such as 5.11 Tactical, Magnum, etc profiled in depth like never before. If you have any sensible questions you'd like me to ask, specifically about Haix (yeah, I don't know why the sky is blue, you scamps) please stick them up here and I'll consider them for sanity and appropriateness. I'll also try to update this sporadically throughout the visit with pictures, etc. Although we've just been told Amsterdam airport has gone to hell in a handbasket with this global bought of crap weather were having, and we're going to be sat for at least an hour on the ground in the UK so.... Maybe it'll instead be an article on KLM inflight entertainment and staff! I think one of the stoners is starting to have withdrawal symptoms now..... Cheers! 0933hrs, safe touch down in Amsterdam with a forty minute delay, which led one young couple to burst into tears as they'd missed their connection to America. As I bathed in their salty tears, for once not being in the end of a shitty transfer fubar, I realised I had time to burn in Amsterdam. Unfortunately, as I'm not going to chance my arm through security again due to the amount of high powered batteries I'd managed to get through security in the UK for my camera gear, I'm left instead gazing longingly at the flashing red lights on the horizon where I know many of you have trod in the past. My expectations of people openly selling and taking drugs in front of me is so far to be realised. Perhaps Amsterdam isn't quite the open drug haven it's reputation makes it out to be. Another childhood preconception bust. Much like the time at 26 years old I discovered Fort William wasn't actually a wooden pallisade fort.... Connection at 1130hrs to Zagreb. Update: I've left my mark on the airport anyway, as I've just leaned against a wall on the concourse only to find out it was flimsy ply boarding off some building works, the signs for which I ignored, and fell straight through it. The Emperor Mong appears to have bought a ticket to come with me on this trip. With a hop, skip and jump, I find myself on Croatian Airlines prepping for takeoff. This one has more legroom than the KLM flight, and the flight attendants or trolley dollies don't look like veterans of the Somme. I also expect to die of plague because everyone I've sat next to has been sniffling like a pig hunting for truffles. The pathogens are rife and people are dropping left and right around me. I'll soldier on though, all I need is a pub to minister an antidote of local gutrot. Oh, and top tip, if you're ever in Amsterdam airport, don't buy any food. It's shit. Next stop, Zagreb.