I’ve only just walked around a little and I love it. Yes, it’s touristy. However, my hostel’s only 16 per night, and if I’m careful I won’t go over budget. That only means no fancy dinners out.

Lots to see here. Bunch of Roman ruins, possible boat trip on the Adriatic sea, awesome window shopping, some islands are nearby too.

This may be the town I get sunburned in. Already I feel slightly toasted.

Have a good day everybody!!

It was good.

The walking tour happened finally. The group was big! Almost 40 people, but the guide had a nice loud voice. Learned that Zagreb the town has only existed since the 1850s. Lots of the former Yugoslavia countries are republics that are quite young. This iteration of Croatia has only existed since 1991.

So lots to learn still about this region. The guide recommended some books about the breakup of Yugoslavia if I wanted to be saddened by man’s inhumanity to his fellow beings.

Not right now. Later.

For lunch I tried a local thing, štrukli. It was good but salty!

After lunch, I toured the botanical garden and walked all through the old town one last time.

Off to Split in the morning!

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Another good day in Croatia, not so sunny but still great weather.

The free walking tour guide never showed up, so another traveler and I had a coffee and visited for a while.

She recommended that, for my daily museum visit, I go to the Museum of Naive Art. It’s several rooms of art by untrained Croatian artists. Some was shockingly good, or at least eye-catchingly hilarious.

Again I napped, and after an evening walk ate a healthy dinner.

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Zagreb shaped up just fine, after all.

After a pleasant walk to the old center, I had a yummy sweet thing and a nice morning wandering around.

Lots going on. The city’s getting ready for some kind of festival, so lots of stalls setting up and so on.

For some reason, a group of baton-twirling women performed a routine to “It’s raining men”. Thoroughly enjoyed it.

Lots of great murals and urban art here. I’m kinda over conventional museums, so the Museum of Broken Relationships sounded interesting.  A friend said to try it, and she was right. It’s kinda like hearing the story behind the junk in a charity shop. Would recommend.

The cafe was great. A reasonably priced coffee hit the spot.

And that was the end of my ambition.  A slow walk to the hostel and a nap followed.

Dinner was spaghetti.

Hopefully tomorrow will give me more energy!

Good Tuesday, all!