In my post from earlier today, I mentioned how getting from Parque 3 de Febrero to the Basilica of the Most Holy Sacrament was a story in itself. While in the park, we had reached a point where we weren't excited about retracing the entire day's steps and then continuing on in the other direction.… Continue reading Riding without tickets in Buenos Aires
I've been reviewing a lot of my old travel blog posts recently and sharing the more interesting ones on Facebook and Twitter. While doing this, I noticed a glaring omission on my part. There was a story I never told because, at the time, I was so embarrassed by my naiveté with respect to the opposite… Continue reading The English woman on the train from Ljubljana to Salzburg
The train ride from Zagreb to Split has had some stunning scenery. We're up in the mountains, and I've been seeing valleys below with lakes and streams and shallow rapids, with campsites and people wading and canoeing. It makes me want to hop off.
Like many of the cities I've visited recently, you have to look to the historic center to appreciate Zagreb. Apart from the center, it's a concrete, Communist-era shit-hole.