|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.