Saturday, July 9, 2011

Zadar in my pants

Thursday afternoon we boarded a bus, no more hitchhiking, and spent our first evening on the Adriatic Coast. Our campsite, Burik Camping, is three kilometers from the Old Town and just meters to the beach. Although less known than Split or Dubrovnik, Zadar has a beautiful Old Town and a great coastline. We didn’t do much sightseeing, but did spend some time on the beach and enjoyed a wonderful meal in the Old Town. Squid ink pasta is my new favorite meal! 



Entrance at night

Getting back to our campsite, we had slightly a terrifying experience. A guy drives this mini-train from the historic center to Burik (where all the hotels and camps are). It's this itty-bitty thing that you would see in a mall and not to be used for public transportation. When it pulled up, there was a mad rush to get on—people were pushing and shoving and wanted to be the first person cramped into this train. Lucky me, I was seated by this sweaty German boy who couldn't keep his knees to himself. After buying our 10 kuna ticket, the conductor finished a beer at a nearby cafe and proceeded to swerve through traffic for the next fifteen minutes. He wasn't belligerently drunk, but don't be surprised if you hear a news story in the future about some 100 tourists dying in a horrific baby train accident. 

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