Let me just say that I really hate it when people say: God, I really had an amazing time in _______, its hard to describe, I just love the people. But god, I really am having an amazing time in Croatia, its hard to describe, I just love the people. But therere a million other things that are awesome about Croatia, too. First of all, if youve been to Italy, Croatia is like the Italy you thought you were going to but never saw. A million of these little towns on the Istrian peninsula. Windy roads and vinyards and 500 year old towns where nothing is open, everyone knows everyone and everyone is really nice. And there are usually one or two guys in town that speak english.
In that last internet cafe, we met a guy named Mladen. Casper was looking for slow food which he thought we could get inland in Mumjan. There is no train to Mumjan, there is no bus to Mumjan. But there was a guy at the internet cafe who lived in Oprtajl who drove us to Mumjan because it was close. He helped us find the slow food. There wasnt any. Or maybe there was, but who knows. All I know is that there was one restaurant that was open, so we ate there twice. And no one there spoke English, so it was all hillarious for everyone. Dobra, good. Everythings dobra. By the way, i still stand by the proper use of punctuation, but I have no goddamned idea where the apostrophe is on this piece. Plus the Y is where the Z should be, so every time I type every, I end up typing everzdeletey. So this has actuallz taken quite a long time to tzpe. ANYWAY: We had to find a place in Mumjan to stay, since thats what you do at night. And we found a guy, Edi, who has people stay at his house. He told us we were living his dream (he spoke English), carrying a rucksack around and travelling like all fancy free. He said he planned to do that but on his way he got married and had kids, so now he ll grab the rucksack and the kids and the wife and go to the next town and go fishing. So we stayed at his house, and then he drove us to Oprtajl, the next day, just because he was a nice guy. And on the way we re like, so, we can catch a bus in Oprtajl, and he s like, no, just hitchhiking is the only way. And Oprtajl was THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PLACE YOU WILL EVER SEE. But eventually we had to truck it out of there, and started walking down the road. And the first guy that drove by took us down the hill, where the road (hiway) to Rjeka (sp) was. We waited a whole 5 minutes before being picked up and taken all the way to Rjeka, which was 65km away. And in the car, the guys had the most amazing classic rock mix going. Chalkfull of whitealbum and house of the rising sun and smoke on the water and the doors etc etc. It was a mix I never would have had the audacity to make.
So now we re in Rjeka. On a map it looks about the same size as Oprtajl, which could have maybe been home to 100 people. But this place is pretty mega. Port city paid in full. And soon we ll catch a catamaran to a little island called Pag. Which is one of the nicknames I have for my dog, Spunky. Spunky > Pongi > Poggi > Pog. Someday Ill make a list of all of the nicknames that that dog has. It might eclipse 1000. Seriously.
The moral is this: hitchhiking in Croatia sounds like a fucking gnarly thing to do. And if someone told me to do that while I was in the US, Id have been like yeah, fuck you. But its actually maybe one of the most pleasant way/places Ive ever travelled. Ever.
5 minutes left and I have to write my parents and tell them that I am most definitely not hitchhiking in Croatia, no matter what they may have heard.