October 21, 2010 § Leave a Comment
Having sewn-up and then unpicked the plans for a week’s travel around Croatia (see ‘To plan or not to plan?‘), we landed in Zagreb where we began our adventure.
The on-the-day decision not to collect the car was by far one of the best, although had we known, we would definitely not have taken two big wheelie cases; not the easiest things to lug about when essentially backpacking. The case of my determined other half, who would not let it die in peace, deserves particular merit as it had a wonky wheel, which fell off every 100 yards requiring me to be permanently on ‘wheel watch’. Quite the little trooper, its zips went and the outer casing started peeling off, but it survived; just.
First time flyers with Wizz Air, we were greeted in Zagreb with weather depressingly similar to what we left in London; a little chilly and less than sunny. Sitting like keen beans at the front of the bus in to the city, we drove through the usual bill-boarded outskirts and arrived in to the central bus station. Here we effortlessly negotiated times and tickets for the next stage to Plitvice from the surprisingly empty main bus terminal. From the outset it was plain to see how efficient the city’s public transport network was and we took great pleasure in being ferried around on the swanky, silent, smooth new trams just as much as the older, creaking wooden ones.