I Hotel Zagreb

... most things were closed. Not that I was there to do any shopping, but I saw a bunch of record stores and I can&#8217;t skip an open record store. Maybe its for the best.<br><br> The hostel I stayed at was pretty cool, the guys running the place were fun. They both called me LUTICH when they saw me. The morning before my explorations I was on the computer in the kitchen and one of them was asking me if I was ...

... it was glorious. <br><br>Wait a minute, how could that be?! There is after all, a bar on just about every corner in some of these places. They must have terrible social problems - when will they see the light and bring in some regulation like Australia to control this sort of thing? Or when will Australia see that it's all that regulation that has ruined Australia? No wonder there's no life in the suburbs! And yet they allow gaming ...

... br><br>It rained on and off while we were there, but even in the rain the main square was quite pretty, and was even crowned with 2 rainbows at one point...leading to our only photo of the city.<br><br>At night, we hopped the train to Split, and grabbed our own cabin for the night. As the train started off, the conductor popped into our room, closed ...

... I think I've even seen mayonnaise on them here, but I don't want to know any more than that. I almost got run over crossing the street in Zagreb because I thought I saw a Chinese restaurant on the other side, but it was a false alarm. Then I found a real one, but the prices were in geo-stationary orbit over Iceland. I'll survive without it I guess. At least the veggie pizza here has broccoli, and there seems to be local ...

... from Split and cost. Turns out that Zagreb was our best option. Thankfully the train journey was a big improvement on our Spanish ordeal... we even got free coffee! For a Saturday night, Zagreb wasn't all that happening. After dinner (pizza again but it was better than expected) we wandered around the town for a bit so we could at least say that we seen a couple of ...

... mixed feelings that I leave Croatia, as it is a fantastic country with much to offer in terms of destinations along the Adriatic coast, to farmlands and beautiful countryside of Slavonija, to the architectural beauty of the capital, Zagreb.  I had the opportunity to travel across the regions, and found myself partying and eating good food with local and expat friends in Zagreb, to chillin' out on the Croatian coast or towns ...

... though. Its a shame they don't export wine from Croatia. The next morning we have a flight to Dubrovnik which is on the coast on the Southern tip of Croatia. This is where i am now and i will briefly say that it is probably the nicest place we have visited in 9 weeks but i will talk more about it at the end of our stay in a couple of days me xx

... approaches them with an imploring "are you going to Serbia?", as if I am a deranged travel agent or market researcher. I manage only one small transaction from a nice pair of German backpackers before Jane returns from the bus station. "I couldn´t find him," Jane admits sadly. "Too bad - lets go change some frikkin´ dinars." It is now 1.05, ten minutes before our train leaves. This small window of opportunity is all we have to take advantage of the train that ...

... vibrant. The old buildings are a bit shabby and in need of TLC, and I think it will be polished up within a few years. The cathedral is being cleaned on the outside, and a lot of other old buildings are covered in scaffolding. At the tallest point of the hill we climb an old bell tower for a look over the city. After the tour we say goodbye to our bus driver and check in at our hotel. I am ...

... another hour walking around town trying to find a hotel. Zagreb was a nice town but there wasn`t a great amount to do and the food, coffee and beer was pretty average. Having said that I did find a great cafe where I met the national champion barista of Croatia. So I went to the station the next night and decided to take an overnight bus to somewhere more interesting...