The train from Split arrived into the middle of downtown Zagreb with Hostel Chic a short walk from the station. We had only planned a short overnight in the city while we planned our train journey to Austria. Of course, an afternoon of sightseeing and planning wouldn’t be complete without finding some tasty food and drinks. We have a filling dinner at Plac and hit up two neighborhood pub’s, Mali Medo and Pivnica Medvedgrad.
After basking in the beautiful lakes we caught a bus south to the coast in hopes of finding a beach before we traveled inland again. The ride was beautiful transitioning from right forests through bare mountains and finally along the dramatic coastline. As we arrived at Guest House Heard and Soul we were pleasantly surprised that it was very close to the old city, beaches, and the train station.
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Night train selfie
We were on an overnight train from Brasov, Romania to Zagrab, Croatia. As we rode away from the Transylvania mountains into rolling fields of farms, the sky lit up in a fire of color and the moon danced above the horizon. The beautiful evening ride turned into another hot night of trying to sleep. We were again assigned the top beds in the six person couchette sleeping room and although the the AC worked, the air blowing from behind the window curtain never circulated up to us. We arrived in Zagreb tired and ripe. Next, we needed to grab a bus to continue to our final destination which was still about two hours away. We decided to track down a post office to again try to lighten our packs full of souvenirs. Although there was some confusion about boxes, the cost to send things home was much more reasonable than what we found in Romania.
Arriving in Plitvicka Jezera – guesthouse is almost 3 km that way
The bus ride to Plitvicka Jezera was unremarkable but really made me miss traveling on trains. We read online that the regional busses stop at the two main entrances to Plitvice Lakes National Park so we ere surprised when the stops were a small hut on the side of a busy two lane road (which would be considered a highway by many countries in the world), surrounded by woods. We exited at the second entrance and started walking the three kilometers down the highway to our guesthouse. The walk was making me nervous because there wasn’t a shoulder and it’s hard to watch traffic when my pack cuts down visibility. We decided it would be best to hitchhike if possible. A few minutes later, Continue reading