2016-12-17
The train from Budapest takes us to a bus.
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The bus takes us through seas of Hungarian sunflowers.
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To an abandoned train station!
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We rest in front of the old trains.
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Snacking on fine meats.
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And fine yoghurts.
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Until a train comes. It’s not abandoned after all. Let’s take a train!
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It is a long trip. We arrive at night, tired.
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This is Zagreb.
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We check in to our little apartment.
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And then we eat, but not American Donuts.
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It is morning. We do whatever this sign says.
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Assuming that sign said to buy tram tickets.
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We tram up to the commercial center.
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Which has a funicular.
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And some ox-tongue schnitzel, or whatever this is.
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There is a market.
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We purchase apricots.
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We look at this church.
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We look at this square.
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We look at this willow.
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We pass Tolkien’s pub.
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Well, we can’t pass it without beer.
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It’s all very hobbity.
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After a beer, we go back outside.
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We immediately regret that, since Croatia is infinite degrees, so we go back inside.
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Until the sun lowers a bit, and the temperature drops from flesh-melting to only flesh-burning.
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So we have some marlin carpaccio.
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And watch the parade and/or invasion, not sure which.
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Then we go to a bar with a live exchange for beer prices.
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And the invasion is expelled.
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Then we find this field of ancient greek monuments.
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We listen to Def Leppard and drink beer with the monuments.
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It’s some sort of ancient monument nighttime café.
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In the morning, Isabelle is hungry.
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So breakfast anchovies.
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Then we find a train!
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With an entire private cabin to ourselves.
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Please, train, take us someplace less hot.