10.24.2009 - 10.26.2009
We left Budapest in the afternoon and took the train to Zagreb, Croatia where we planned to take a night train out to the city Split along the Dalmatian coast. About an hour into our train ride we met the most amazing person. We were sitting in our 6 person coach/car by ourselves when we heard a knock on the door. Then enters a dog, followed by a man carrying a long white stick with red at the bottom of it, and he had a huge pack on. His name was Antoni and his dogs name was Ugo. Turns out that Antoni was from France and Ugo was his seeing eye dog, he was completely blind. He was traveling from his hometown of Lille, France all the way to India and back using only trains. We road the train with him all the way to Zagreb. This gave us a few hours to visit about our travels. When we arrived in Zagreb we walked Anthony and Ugo to the tourist information office. Ugo seemed to sense that we were being helpful and he followed us all the way to the office. As we parted ways, all of the problems we've encountered didn't seem so bad. It adjusted our whole perspective what its like to travel.
Once we arrived in Zagreb we had a few hours until we had to catch our overnight train to Split so we wandered around Zagreb for a bit. We got some delicious pizza at this little pizzeria before hoping on our train.
We arrived in Split around 7am, a bit too early to check into our hostel, so we walked along the coastline towards our hostel and grabbed a couple of much needed cups of coffee. The weather was perfect, the sun was out, it wasn't too hot, or too cold.
We walked out to the beach, stuck our toes in, but didnt go swimming because we didnt have our suits on.
Later in the day we went to the Bell Tower and got a great view of the coastline.
Ship in the harbor.
The next day we explored more of Split. We did end up taking a dip into the water too. It was rather chilly, but refreshing.
Apparently, they have some really big fish off the coast of Split.
The next day we took a day train back to Zagreb. We spent the afternoon walking around the cemetery. The Day of the Dead was a few days away and the cemetery looked like an amazing garden. The Croatians take enormous pride in honoring their past loved ones by placing flowers and plants on their graves. Out of respect for the dead, no pictures were allowed. We ate dinner at the same pizzeria, then we caught a train to Ljubljana, Slovenia. During the ride we met an older man from Serbia. His english was about as good as our Serbian, but we had a few laughs and he offered us some homemade liquor that he made from apples. It was really good and really strong. Soon after we arrived in Ljubljana and called it a night.