Mmm! Food!

Trip Start Sep 13, 2008
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Trip End Sep 28, 2008


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Sunday, September 28, 2008

SUMMARY

This was the first time I had travelled on my own without knowing the language but at least it was Europe and only two weeks so if it all went tuts-up, it would be a simple matter of hiding in the nearest hostel until it was time to catch my plane home. Luckily it wasn't all bad, I managed to escape the city once or twice and made the most of being beside the sea when it came to enjoying the food!
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I was given the following mathematical equation to solve: take a two week holiday or lose it. This would be an interesting challenge and I took it on. I sneakily added "when was the last time I did something for the first time?" to the equation and summed it with a bit of research in the local library and wah-la, the answer I came up with was ... Croatia!

This was the first time I'd ventured somewhere on my own to a country where I didn't speak the language. OK, so I didn't speak Portuguese when I got to Brazil but having Spanish did help me get by so it wasn't quite the same. I also decided that the size of the backpack should be made proportionate to the length of the holiday and my daypack in South America had now become my backpack for Croatia.

It all started off on the Friday evening when I had my last supper, well at least until I arrived in Zagreb. I was off to Luton airport which seemed to get an average rating of 3/5 on Sleeping in Airports for sleepability. I worked it so that I would get there around midnight and the check in desk would open four hours later. My teeth went from pearly white to stained yellow from all the coffee I had but at least it got me through the night and I was first in line to board the plane. All to no avail though as despite getting the best window seat available, the whole of Europe was smothered in one massive cloud and I saw diddly-squat. So instead I just studied the inside of my eyelids and counted forty winks.

So I finally arrived in Zagreb, modestly recharged, and ready to discover this new city. With me though arrived the rain so my plans for visiting the nearby mountains were scuppered. The coast was looking good and that's where I headed, my first stop being Rijeka. Early arrival necessitated and early coffee and cherry strudel and I plonked my ass outside a café to soak up the atmosphere. It was like a total mix of the senses as I tasted the comfort of the soft cushion, heard the beautiful aroma of the coffee and felt the soundwaves of the piano music wafting by.

I did a bit of walking and had a look at the sights and promptly decided it was time to move on to Plitvice National Park. This park almost rivals those of Tasmania as to how clean and well maintained it was. There were walking platforms all the way around with plenty of exit points for those who had seen enough and a bus to take you back down to the entrance. As always, it was better to get there in the early morning to avoid the crowds and I managed to get a few photos without the tourist train.

The remainder, apart from one day in Paklenica National Park, was spent in cities and towns which eventually all came to resemble each other after a while. If there is one thing that I have discovered on this trip that all that walking on concrete is hard on the bones!!! The food did make up for it though and I gorged on loads of different seafood recipes, including cuttlefish with it's ink!

Maybe I should give it another chance...some time in the future.
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