While waiting at the airport I called around and managed to find a decent place to us to stay that night. The challenge would be getting there with no sat nav coverage, and in the dark. My friend’s flight came in on time and fortunately she had only brought with her a small back pack – awesome. After some skilful navigation and out running packs of wild hell hounds disguised as stray dogs, we checked into the YMCA hostel.
The route to Zagreb took me passed Pecs (pronounced Pairch), Its a large Hungarian town with some great history. I did think about staying for a few days but I was keen to get to Croatia. By now I was starving, it must have been around 11am and so time for some food. Fortunately my route took me passed what must be the second largest Tesco store in Europe. Mmmm food I thought to myself. Well they were all out of chocolate Croissants which for some reason made me pretty angry.
I had been told that during the summer most people leave Zagreb and head towards the coast as I was keen to do. After two nights in Zagreb I checkout and begin packing up my bike. At the time the Hostel owner a 24 year old Japanese guy was being interviewed for a local newspaper. Cool. I thought to myself. I’ve always wanted to own a hostel.
When I emerged from the tent the next morning fellow campers we throwing me strange looks, as if I was bringing down their lovely housing estate with my old dilapidated house. Gives a shit. It was morning, the sun was shining and I was off to have a good time. After the three S’s I jumped on the bike and headed for the cyber cafe in town. I arranged my evening via Facebook, did a little sight seeing (the girlfriend wanted loads of pics), then off for the busiest beach in town, Bacevice.