I think I take my newly developed
German ability for granted now. For the last week, I've been in
Croatia, and nothing makes you feel more foreign than not
understanding anything anyone around you says. I just started my
return trip toward Munich, and although the trip was enjoyable, it
feels good to be heading back to a place where I feel at home.
I've gotten used to German order,
German punctuality, and German the language, and part of the reason
that I took this trip to Croatia was to get away from that. Not that
I don't like those things, but a change of pace is always good.
Admittedly a much larger part of the reason I took the trip to
Croatia was that Rostock has been cold and rainy for the past 4
months and I wanted to spend some time in the sun flirting with skin
cancer.
I booked the trip
rather spur of the moment and really didn't plan it at all, so for
part of the ensuing chaos I am to blame. A large part of it was, in
my defense, totally endemically Croatian.
The first theme of
this trip has been train problems. Right out of the gate, my train
from Rostock to Hamburg was stopped dead by a downed tree, which
forced me to stay a night in Hamburg and head out the next day. In
Munich, the train to Zagreb was very typically eastern European,
crowded, loud, kinda shitty, and due to passport checks at the
Slovenian border, an hour late. I spent some time in Zagreb, but only
about 2 days. Zagreb doesn't really have that much to do in my
opinion, but that's ok, I don't want a thrill-a-minute vacation. I
wanna relax.
This is a giant cemetery in Zagreb. It was kind of creepy that this was a tourist attraction. |
This is how most of Zagreb looked...It's a good thing I came in the summer; in winter it can be depressing. |
I then
decided to head to the coastal town of Split.
Buses are the typical mode of transport in Croatia, but while googling
bus fare, I stumbled upon news of a recent bus crash in Croatia that killed 8, so that, along with the fact that I
wasn't entirely sure where the bus station was, caused me to just buy
a train ticket. This train was a fairly high quality train, I
thought, until it dumped us in the quaint mountain village of Gračac.
Much to my dismay, two buses were dispatched to pick us up and take
us the rest of the way. I kind of crapped my pants a little bit when
I realize that my seat belt didn't work; they probably hadn't
repaired it since the last bus crash.
In defense of the
Croatia trains (and buses), they are totally worth it compared to
flying, because the landscape of Croatia is utterly gorgeous, and if
you just stick to the cities you would never see any of it.
Split was a lot
livelier than Zagreb. In Split there are beaches everywhere. Some are
shallow and sandy, some are deep and stoney, all of them are pretty,
none of their names are pronouncable.
Just gorgeous! |
I spent the whole day on the beach. Like I literally didn't do a single thing. |
Split is a very
tourist-oriented town though. As I stepped off the Winnebago of Death
that shuttled me from Zagreb, I was assaulted with easily 10 offers
for places to stay, like these people are on you like stink of shit
once you hit the ground. Luckily I already had a hostel, and a pretty
nice one at that. The rooms were spacious, air-conditioned, and this
place was technologically tricked out! The bathroom however, was so
small that one could easily use the toilet and wash his hands
simultaneously...which I guess has it's advantages.
The first night in Split I checked out
the old town with some people from the hostel. The old town is
actually the palace of Diocletian, a Roman emperor, and it's stunning
how well it's preserved.
I walked around the palace at night and it was worth it for sure. |
Shit picture, but I stumbled upon a fire twirler. |
This is the main tower of the palace. |
I also wandered
through the park west of town, which is also really pretty.
This plants fascinated me! They look like yuccas, and they may be, but I've never seen them that big. |
The rock face on the mountains near town. |
A view of Split from the mountain park. |
I would recommend
that you all watch the movie Eurotrip. First of all
it provided 90 minutes of laughter, all the more if you've actually
been to the countries it mentions, but more than anything else, this
movie gives a decent picture of eastern Europe. Unlike the characters
in Eurotrip though, since I was alone, I purposely avoided partying.
The last thing I wanted was to wake up on Hvar surrounded by bricks
of cocaine and handcuffed to the severed arm of an Italian
prostitute...which I felt might have been a plausible outcome.
Easily
though, the crowning glory of my time in Split was a side trip I took
to the national park called Krka. Right. You're wondering how you
pronounce that. Basically, insert an I after the first K, and make
sure to roll the R like you're in Spanish class. Getting to Krka is
another one of those clusterfuck bus connections. First a long
distance bus to Šibenik,
then a local bus to Skradin, then a park bus to the entrance. This
time though it was totally worth it. This park is a natural wonder!
It's famous for its waterfalls, as you'll see. |
Where's Waldo?! |
I think that the take-home message from my time in Croatia is that you don't go to
Croatia for its culture, architecture, or its history. Croatia has
got natural beauty in spades. If I were going to do this trip over
again, I would plan more time for camping and hiking, and I would
have avoided the larger cities.
Oh Jesus, so right
now I'm in a sleeper train back to Zagreb, I have absolutely no faith
that I will make my connection to Munich, but we'll see. I have just
been strong-armed into switching cabins with some dude by this
Russian/Polish/something Slavic girl, who I'm convinced is either a
spy or a mail-order bride. She came into my cabin before we switched
asking stupid questions like “when do we get to Zagreb?”, that
would be printed on the ticket. “Can you help me with my luggage?”,
etc, etc. And now after 10 minutes of doing some Hustler-style
gymnastics to get to said luggage, I shit you not, she is currently
eating a banana with more gusto that I have ever seen, she clearly
learned this from the KGB. I'm avoiding eye-contact.