Having found no Zombies in Zagreb I felt it was time to leave the town. Well actually I thought I should leave before I started a life there and never left. That is truly my second European home and I’m certain I’ll be visiting it again in the near future.But, such is life. My path becomes longer the more I stare at a map. I was originally aiming for Macedonia this summer. Then it was Turkey. Now? Well I’m thinking I can make it all the way to Israel that would be something like 11 or so countries this summer alone.
When I began this trip I said it would last as long as I was productive in my work and getting the things done that I needed to do. Well I’m more or less about 75-80% productive on a daily basis and I’m still only putting in about 5-6 hours a day. Yeah, did I mention that I freakin love my life and I’m possibly one of the luckiest people on the planet? No? Consider yourselves informed.
Now on to the day’s activities. The 3 S’s were accomplished this morning, only I forgot to shave. Then it was time to pack it in and head for the hills. Well really it was time to head for the bus station. Zagreb’s bus station is pretty much what a bus station should be. Large, airy, well lit and quite well organized.
(I need to take a moment here because I’m sitting on the terrace of a cafe in Zadar, Croatia. The beach is a stone’s throw away and well, it’s warm, there are women and you get the idea. People are beginning to stare at me because I’m staring at them and typing at the same time. Those that have met me in person know I type about 120 words per minute and can have a conversation and type an email at the same time. Yeah, I’m not a normal guy. OK, back to the travel blog while I continue to creep out people in my vicinity. I just wanted you all to know. So if my thoughts wander from time to time today or for the next couple days….deal with it and please forgive.)
Right! The Zagreb bus station. Great place, nice, neat, organized, clean and indoors with basically an airport like terminal setup…My only question is (sorry Mom), what the fuck is the problem with Prague? There’s neither a main bus terminal nor a well organized one. Instead they’ve spread it out over multiple spots in town and they suck big hairy moose…well OK.
The Zagreb main bus station is to bus stations what the Mona Lisa is to paintings…sort of.
Anyway. I hopped a slow bus to Zadar. Yeah I know. That was a lot of words just to say that. But damn if the Croatians aren’t the nicest people on the planet. The not-unattractive girl sitting next to me even offered me some of her snacks when she opened them. I guess she felt guilty for eating in front of me.
So I was on a bus most of the afternoon. I’ve checked into the hostel and lo’ and behold, they have a bed for me for 2 nights, not just the one that the Internet claimed. So, I booked it for two and I’m going to lounge around in this town and suck up the atmosphere and ogle the women and generally do all the things that someone who is supposed to be on holiday should do. In fact, I’m not even going to work this weekend. I’m going to (brace yourself Mom) hitchhike down the coast and sleep out on the beaches or wherever presents itself and hopefully I’ll end up in Dubrovnik on Monday. That basically gives me 2 days to do Split (that’s a town on the coast) along with hitchhiking. Then if I’m in Dubrovnik on Monday I’ll do a little work and depending on when I arrived I’ll stay another night or head to Sarajevo.
Did I mention I love my life? I’m now calling it the 13 year plan and I’m finally at the end. If I happen to be eaten by a shark, mortally wounded by a jellyfish or run down by a bus in the next 24 hours my only regret will be that I didn’t finish the book I’m currently writing heh.
Alright, alright…where are the photos? Here they are for you short-attention-spanned individuals in the audience.
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Do you realize this is the most blogging I’ve done in pretty much the last five years? See how special, I mean truly special you all are? So much so that I take time out of my otherwise extremely busy day just to write for you and show you some photos.
As the postcards always say – Wish You Were Here! (Cuz then I wouldn’t have to write this stupid postcard heh)
Oh yeah! The map for the Americans in the audience hehe…