On May 25, Jimmy and I went to Schiphol to catch a flight to Zagreb. This photo summed up the insanity of the long lines at the airport: a sign to encourage folks to fill up their refillable bottles above a removed water fountain. Thus good intentions, but lousy execution.
Loved the big fluffy clouds during our flight. While our eventual destination was southern Slovenia for a hash weekend, it was easiest for us to fly into Zagreb and catch a train to Dobova. And we flew in early so we’d have two nights and one full day to explore Zagreb.
Only catch was that the apartment that I booked to share with Reinhardt and Inga, who would arrive later that night, had failed to communicate the instructions on opening the lockbox and wasn’t answering the phone.
I hung out in front of the flat while Jimmy set off to find the nearest bar and then came back to get me and our bags. From there I finally contacted Booking.com, who had much better luck reaching the owner.
So after we finished our beers, we went back to let ourselves into the building. The window on the right was in the dining room of our two-bedroom apartment.
After seeing the outside and courtyard...
…I was nervous that I had made a mistake with this booking.
However, the apartment itself was lovely and we were all pleased with the choice and convenience of the location. Jimmy and I found a great vegan restaurant nearby for a tasty dinner.
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