Croatia should be on your radar.
A country that exceeded my expectations, the past week here has been eye-opening. Each city felt completely different, from Dubrovnik to Split to Zagreb, with a lot to offer in each.
After an 8.5 hour ferry ride without service or WiFi, I finally crossed the Adriatic sea and found myself in the medieval city of Dubrovnik. Arriving late at night, with taxi drivers hounding me from the moment I stepped off the ferry, it was difficult to figure out how exactly to get to my hostel in the old town. It didn't help that the normally-reliable Google Maps wasn't showing public transport bus lines in the city. Luckily, I befriended a Japanese couple on their honeymoon and together we figured out which app to get to show us the bus routes, and finally made it to the old town. Chatting with them, I found out they were heading to Paris next, and they asked me for some recommendations. I obliged, and for the first time it was me giving someone ELSE a recommendation; it made me feel like quite a well-traveled guy.
Now, If you've watched Game of Thrones then Dubrovnik is going to seem very familiar. The city of King's Landing was filmed here. Still, even if you haven't seen the show, it is incredibly picturesque so it's definitely worth visiting.
I'm not normally a fan of guided walking tours; I prefer to explore on my own and see a city for myself. However, this time I caved and got a Game of Thrones walking tour. The tour guide Jelena was a massive Game of Thrones fan (I guess you have to be, if it's your job), and she carried a large booklet of screenshots from scenes filmed across the city. She spent a couple hours showing us around the surprisingly-small city, and each time we got to a viewpoint I instantly recognized it from the show. This was way more fun for me than I care to admit, geeking out with a bunch of strangers who were all united over the love of this show (aside from the last 2 seasons).
My favorite spot was the view from Lovrjenac Fortress, looking out over the whole old town. Apparently, there are only 40,000 people that live in Dubrovnik, and less than 1,000 in the actual old town, yet King's Landing supposedly held 1 million people! An example of the powers of CGI, which apparently varied from shot to shot, meaning King's Landing was constantly changing the locations and orientations of buildings, leaving residents of Dubrovnik quite confused.
The tour also included a free picture on an Iron Throne replica. There's an island outside of Dubrovnik where you can sit on a real Iron Throne used by HBO, but I unfortunately didn't have enough time in the city to make my way over there. Still, a gift store replica got the message across, I think.
Aboard the Jadrolinija ferry
The true king of the Seven Kingdoms
Dubrovnik
After just a day in Dubrovnik, I hopped on a Flix bus to Split. I would've preferred to save money and take a train, since I already have the Eurail pass, but Dubrovnik isn't on the Croatian rail network, due - I think - to the piece of Serbia which separates the tail of the country in two, a remnant of the war in the 90s. I could be wrong though, so don't quote me on that.
In Split, I met up with a girl I first met back in Barcelona. This is a testament to the spontaneous opportunities that come with solo travel; I never really expect to see anyone I meet again, but here we are, a month later, in a completely different country. It felt good to go from a surface-level connection in Barcelona to a deeper relationship with her. Looking back, our 3 days in Split passed by in an instant, and I marvel at how relative time can really be.
Split is another coastal Croatian city, but felt quite different to Dubrovnik. There's more to see, first of all. We explored Diocletian's palace - the only Roman emperor to ever step down from his position; he retired in Split. Of course, once he died the new emperor took over and killed off his wife and children, and the palace sat empty. Classic. I learned this from a very talkative tour guide I'll mention later on.
We also climbed the bell tower in the center of the old city, which gave great views and had some of the steepest, narrowest steps I've ever encountered. We explored Marjan hill and the large park that makes up the tip of the peninsula (a great spot for a picnic). Stray cats run rampant here, you can't turn a corner without seeing one. I've never been to Istanbul, but that's how I'd imagine it to be. We even tried the *interesting* Croatian delicacy of squid ink seafood risotto. If you can ignore the color, it's actually decent.
Squid ink risotto
Split
One of the many cats of Split
Halloween costume?
Oh, and it was Halloween while we were here. The holiday is not as big here as it is in America, but some places were still celebrating! That was definitely my favorite night in the city, but all 3 nights were great, with their own stories that will have to remain ambiguous.
The day after Halloween - which I later learned was a different holiday called All Saint's Day - we booked a tour of the nearby Krka National Park, a popular day trip from Split with some famous waterfalls.
The tour basically just meant bus tickets, because once we arrived we were free to explore the park on our own time. According to the very talkative tour guide, in the middle of his constant bus stories about the history of Split that kept us all from falling asleep, he mentioned that this time of year was the best time to visit. The fall colors made the blue of the lakes and waterfalls even more striking, and it wasn't very touristy (aside from the main bridge with the most scenic viewpoint). We also took a boat to the nearby town of Skradin, and went swimming in November. Because why not?
Overall, Split will forever hold a spot in my heart, and experiencing it with her was a huge highlight of my entire trip so far. I'll miss her, but that's the nature of solo travel. You always say goodbye, and move on.
After splitting up with her the next day (no pun intended), I grabbed lunch at a popular Mexican restaurant outside of the old city. I had high hopes - or maybe I was just hungry - but it was yet another reminder that you can't really get good Mexican food in Europe.
Most of that day was spent on the train to Zagreb, which is decently far from Split and normally takes around 8 hours. However, about halfway through the journey, the train stopped. Outside the cabin I could see people running along the hallway. How odd, right? Then a couple minutes later, police were storming through the train. Turns out there was a band of about 20 illegal immigrants on this train, and we ended up sitting there for an hour and a half as they rounded them all up and put them in a van. I could watch it all unfold from the window of the train, and I felt right at home, like I was back in America (haha).
Anyways, on my first day in Zagreb the smells and colors of autumn hit me all at once, as did a wave of inspiration. Since leaving Rome, I haven't really found myself drawn to street photography at all. Even at my earlier stops in Croatia, my camera practically stayed in my bag the whole time. Lulls in inspiration are normal, I know, but it felt so good to have that passion sparked again. I spent almost all of my time in this wonderful city out on the streets, completely in the zone and focused on taking photos, including many that I am very proud of.
Unfortunately for this blog, there's only so much to be said when you spend 3 days walking around the same streets. However, there are some tidbits worth mentioning. Firstly, I explored an abandoned house that was sitting just across the street from the train station, open to the public. This would definitely be classified as an "urbex" spot, and yet it was here in the open, with nobody trying to hide it or stop people from entering. A bit of a culture shock, I suppose. I also learned about something called St. Hubert's day from a photography subject on the street, as well as having the worst boba tea of my life. Oh, and I lived exclusively off of Mlinar baked goods. Food is so much cheaper here than Italy and the other countries I've visited so far, and it made me feel rich!
I also paid a visit to the Museum of Broken Relationships, apparently a Zagreb staple. Unlike any other museum I've been to, it exhibits different random items with stories associated with them. They all represent relationships going wrong. It got me kind of emotional, reading sad story after sad story, especially having just had a similar goodbye in Split. My favorite items were the "Bollocks to Brexit" pin about a Europe trip breakup, and the old WWII love letters between grandparents who split when they were elderly.
Downtown Zagreb
Easily-accessible urbex spot
I've included some of my photographs from Zagreb here, but the rest are of course on my Instagram. I keep thinking about the final portfolio I'll put together from my photos in Europe, once I get back to Boston. I'm very excited to see it, and you should be too :)
Details
Smoke over Zagreb
Busking
Ethereal Grove
Nocturnal
Each Croatian city from the past week has felt totally different. It's easy to overlook countries in the Balkans when planning a European trip, but they're cheap, beautiful, and - in my experience - totally developed and modern, just like the rest of Europe. Perfect for solo traveling! I wish I could visit more Balkan countries (something to add to the ever-growing list of trips I want to take), but now I'm off to Slovenia. In fact, I've been writing this entry sitting on the train to Ljubljana, watching quaint Slovenian towns roll by, with picturesque church steeples sitting atop hills above winding turquoise rivers, all framed in the late autumn foliage.
I think I'm addicted to this shit. Solo traveling. New cities every couple of days, countless new experiences; I've truly found my rhythm and grown comfortable on the road. It's hard to believe I only have about 3 weeks remaining.
So, with a final Hvala (it means thank you), I am done with Croatia and the journey continues.
Mark