There and back again - by Kylo Ren (Part 4)

       If you are reading this article, it means that I wrote it. Also it means that you are able to read, but about that maybe later. So brace yourselves! “After all this time?” “ALWAYS” (R.I.P. Snape). Last time we left our Heroes (R.I.P. David Bowie) in Beograd, tired after New Year’s party and chillin’ in Irena’s place. Now let’s take those two and rotate earth a little, while keeping them firmly in your palm. Okay, maybe not that much of rotation, we didn’t want them to end up in Madrid. Little back, little more, just a littleee…. STOP! 

       Okay, now they are in Zagreb. It is already evening (that’s how you call it, when it is dark outside – in most of cases, but also when you have really strong sunglasses, eclipse happened or there is a huge swarm of pigeons flying above you) and someone turned on the snow effect. Hostel – Check, shower – check, sleep – check, stop snowing - … stop snowing - … damn. 

       Good morning and in case I don't see ya good afternoon good evening and good night. We’ve heard that Zagreb is full of museums and exhibitions, so we were really excited to visit as much as possible in two days, we were supposed to stay. Problem is that nobody told us, that on Sunday and Monday almost every single one of them will be closed. Since we also didn’t expect snow and temperature below zero, our following days looked like this: One hour of absorbing the snow in liquid form to our socks and shoes, sitting in coffee place for half an hour, another one hour of walking in city while freezing, sitting in another coffee place for same amount of time as coffee place before, one hour of…hope it is enough of cycling, for those of you who still wonder what happened after those 4 hours, just write me message, we can make an appointment and I will explain you, why this world don’t need people like you (wing, wing, wing. Hero?). 

For my fellow Slovak readers

       Who am I kidding? We found one great museum of Broken Relationships and also the architectonical part of the city was really nice. 

       I mean the part, which wasn’t covered with that white sh*t. (#snow #colombia #wetsocks). We successfully ended first day by simply defrosting our feet and toes and exhausted fell asleep, wondering what will next day bring to us. You wouldn’t guess. It brought even more snow and fewer opportunities so we decided to change country and hitchhike to Ljubljana. One hour of walking to frequented highway connection in direction of Slovenia, two hours of freezing there and trying to stop some car. When all our hopes vaporized and turned into dust, the car appeared and took us to candy land. By candy land I mean middle of nowhere. The place where foxes are wishing you good night (internal Slovak joke). With no cars going our direction. I am not proud of myself, but we gave up and returned to Zagreb, where we continued with our head and shoulders knees and toes activity (Walking, freezing, coffee, warm). 

       I really don’t know what else to write about our time in Zagreb, since it felt like a realistic ninth circle of hell – Treachery. Next morning I took a bus to Mostar and spent my last money on it. 

       To summarize all those traveling days mentioned in last 4 articles by using numbers: 11 days spent, 300 euro “threw away”, 4 countries visited, more than 15 car rode, more than 15 pairs of socks used (by me, about 40 by Georgia, since she was wearing 2 or 3 at once), about 27 Wi-Fi passwords saved in more than 20 coffee places and 3 hostels. 

       To summarize without numbers: It was really funny time, full of new friends and experiences. We laughed, we cried, we were cold, we were warm, we were dancing, we were… what is opposite of dancing? Doesn’t matter. I would give you some advices, like: prepare yourself for every possibility, be careful, don’t do that, do that, never eat yellow snow, etc., but you know, since I really don’t care about you, I will not give you any. Just grab that bag in your cupboard, pack some stuff, and kiss your friends ass goodbye and hit the road Jack (R.I.P. Jack).

P.S. The socks mentioned in article were used only to cover feet.

P.P.S. Were they? (drumroll please)