Zadar is a most beautiful city with many surprises, some not so good (like me getting sick). The Croatian coast just might be the city I must retire to, so I have warm sea weather and the ease of sailing ports. Above you can see the rowboat that takes you across the channel for 3 Kunos.
My last night in Zagreb will be one of the highlights of this trip. As I mentioned earlier I had a date with one of the beautiful tall and black haired croation girls that lives and goes to school in Zagreb. Her name, correctly, is Zrinka. We met that night in the City Center next to the statue of a horseman that is about 20 feet tall and very majestic. We went to a mexican tourist cafe where we had some drinks and appetizers. Mexican restaurants over here, by the way, are considered kind of fancy. After that we went and sat in the park and just talked about nothing for three hours. I brought a blanket, a bottle of wine and we watched dogs and their owners stroll by all night under the cold night sky. Travelling by oneself has its many freedoms, but one of the draw backs is just finding someone to go out with and converse, much as you would do with friends at home. This is made even more difficult with the language barrier. Most here speak some english, but I do not meet many that speak it fluently or that want to talk about there country in a congenial setting. It is what made the night so special and one of the few that I didnt want to end and I thank Zrinka for that. Not many would take a chance and do that for some american tourist. At the end of the night, she gave me a kiss in the park, another at the bus stop she was to leave me at, and there we parted ways. Me to my hotel, and her to her friends.
Do you believe in Karma? I think Karma gave me a visit that night when I went back to my hotel. Remember how I told you I might have smelled up the bus when I tried to dry me feet on the bus back from Lake Bled? Well that night a I had a guy from Greece in my hostel, who didnt speak any english but really loved america. Earlier that night he tried to invite himself out on the date, but I said no, and in his broken english he kept asking all about the american movie actresses--sound like this: zhou leek Pamela Anderson? I would knod--then he would cup his breasts and say....verrryyyy neeecce! He did this with about 20 actresses--I could see he was a very big fan. This was comical in all, but slightly disturbing too. Anyway that night I went to bed about 12:30 and when my grecian roommate arrived around 3 am, his feet smelled so bad, that they woke me up. I have never smelled feet so rotten in my life. It was so bad I could swear I could taste it. Karma, for sure.
As for the trip to Zadar, it was horrible. Woke up at 9am, took one more trip to the awesome open market and then hopped the train. It took 7 hours by train to Zadar (takes only three by bus) because they stop at every small town on the way there. I ended up getting sick on the train and spent considerable part of my time with my head over the toilette. I thought it was just motion sickness but when I woke up in my youth hostel, the whole body was aching and me with a cough. Wonderful, I think, must be a flu. But on the positive side, if there is a place to spend a few days in recovery, this is it. The air is about 10C or about 50F and has the sweetness of the sea. The youth hostel gives out only two person rooms and is currently abandoned of tourists. The privacy feels great once again--it is also across the street from the beach, so I get the sound of rolling waves for a great night of sleep.
I have visited a few of the tourist attractions here. One is a Roman Forum built in 1 AD. Amazing. I am turning this pic into post cards and will be mailing them out soon. If I dont have your address and you want a post, send me the address soon. One of the amazing attractions here is the Sea Organ on the shore. This an actual organ played be the waves of the sea--water fills the tubes and expels air through reeds or whistles. The sound is then directed up through the Riva, or oceanfront through vents. It is eerie and haunting and looks like a favorite spot for couples to make out, as couples will do. Everyone seems to make out in public over here and the young and old are not shy about it--somewhat different than in the states. I made a video and recording of the sea sounds, and they are posted below. One is the sound file, and the other is a video of the sea organ playing its symphony.
I've never been one for the sidewalk cafes here, or in america, but the ambience and great tasting tea are converting me, especially in the flu-aching state I am in. It is very relaxing at the moment.
Vidimo se poslije. (see you later)
The video, two minutes long, 8mb
http://www.mosteal.com/video/seaorgan.wmv
The sound file, one minute long, 1mb
http://www.mosteal.com/video/SND_0144.WAV
My last night in Zagreb will be one of the highlights of this trip. As I mentioned earlier I had a date with one of the beautiful tall and black haired croation girls that lives and goes to school in Zagreb. Her name, correctly, is Zrinka. We met that night in the City Center next to the statue of a horseman that is about 20 feet tall and very majestic. We went to a mexican tourist cafe where we had some drinks and appetizers. Mexican restaurants over here, by the way, are considered kind of fancy. After that we went and sat in the park and just talked about nothing for three hours. I brought a blanket, a bottle of wine and we watched dogs and their owners stroll by all night under the cold night sky. Travelling by oneself has its many freedoms, but one of the draw backs is just finding someone to go out with and converse, much as you would do with friends at home. This is made even more difficult with the language barrier. Most here speak some english, but I do not meet many that speak it fluently or that want to talk about there country in a congenial setting. It is what made the night so special and one of the few that I didnt want to end and I thank Zrinka for that. Not many would take a chance and do that for some american tourist. At the end of the night, she gave me a kiss in the park, another at the bus stop she was to leave me at, and there we parted ways. Me to my hotel, and her to her friends.
Do you believe in Karma? I think Karma gave me a visit that night when I went back to my hotel. Remember how I told you I might have smelled up the bus when I tried to dry me feet on the bus back from Lake Bled? Well that night a I had a guy from Greece in my hostel, who didnt speak any english but really loved america. Earlier that night he tried to invite himself out on the date, but I said no, and in his broken english he kept asking all about the american movie actresses--sound like this: zhou leek Pamela Anderson? I would knod--then he would cup his breasts and say....verrryyyy neeecce! He did this with about 20 actresses--I could see he was a very big fan. This was comical in all, but slightly disturbing too. Anyway that night I went to bed about 12:30 and when my grecian roommate arrived around 3 am, his feet smelled so bad, that they woke me up. I have never smelled feet so rotten in my life. It was so bad I could swear I could taste it. Karma, for sure.
As for the trip to Zadar, it was horrible. Woke up at 9am, took one more trip to the awesome open market and then hopped the train. It took 7 hours by train to Zadar (takes only three by bus) because they stop at every small town on the way there. I ended up getting sick on the train and spent considerable part of my time with my head over the toilette. I thought it was just motion sickness but when I woke up in my youth hostel, the whole body was aching and me with a cough. Wonderful, I think, must be a flu. But on the positive side, if there is a place to spend a few days in recovery, this is it. The air is about 10C or about 50F and has the sweetness of the sea. The youth hostel gives out only two person rooms and is currently abandoned of tourists. The privacy feels great once again--it is also across the street from the beach, so I get the sound of rolling waves for a great night of sleep.
I have visited a few of the tourist attractions here. One is a Roman Forum built in 1 AD. Amazing. I am turning this pic into post cards and will be mailing them out soon. If I dont have your address and you want a post, send me the address soon. One of the amazing attractions here is the Sea Organ on the shore. This an actual organ played be the waves of the sea--water fills the tubes and expels air through reeds or whistles. The sound is then directed up through the Riva, or oceanfront through vents. It is eerie and haunting and looks like a favorite spot for couples to make out, as couples will do. Everyone seems to make out in public over here and the young and old are not shy about it--somewhat different than in the states. I made a video and recording of the sea sounds, and they are posted below. One is the sound file, and the other is a video of the sea organ playing its symphony.
I've never been one for the sidewalk cafes here, or in america, but the ambience and great tasting tea are converting me, especially in the flu-aching state I am in. It is very relaxing at the moment.
Vidimo se poslije. (see you later)
The video, two minutes long, 8mb
http://www.mosteal.com/video/seaorgan.wmv
The sound file, one minute long, 1mb
http://www.mosteal.com/video/SND_0144.WAV
6 comments:
Once again, great story. Terry, I think I am falling in love with you. Only if you had the same desire to play and enjoy my organ the way you appreciated the sea organ.
You should catalog this adventure, add a few details and publish a book... I'd buy it.
Beautiful story!
I have officially moved beyond 1 cup of tea per night, I am now at 2 and wondering if I should be concerned.
don`t suppose you could show what the sea organ looks like.
what kind of virus did you have. or was it the food, u got sick on.
One Beautiful Adventure...something you will remember always....enjoy.your life now...............M&d
A lover not fighter for woman as always. Only if I had such luck with men. What tips do you have for me and no jokes, ok!
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