Croatia

The "view" from our room...

The “view” from our room is a wall a few feet away

Today we were ready to hit the city. Up for breakfast, and out the door. Except when we went out the door, we discovered it was a rainy day. You see, our room at the Best Western here in Zagreb (yes, we’re staying at a Best Western…) doesn’t exactly have a view; just the building a few feet away. We had no idea what the weather was like.

OK, it’s raining, so what do you do? You go to a museum; if you’re in Zagreb, you go to the Mimara Museum. It’s entirely the collection of an Ante Topic Mimara, a Yugoslavian who spent much of his life buying – or stealing – art. The collection includes some 3,750 pieces from every region and every era.  Greek bronze, Egyptian statues, Chinese porcelain, lots of religious statues, and paintings by Raphael, Rubens, Manet, Renoir, Van Dyke, Goya – an amazing collection.

Mary & Jesus

Mary & Jesus

Jesus here looks somehow smug

Jesus here looks somehow smug

One of the remarkable things about the museum is that there are no crowds and there is essentially no security. You just walk around and can walk right up to anything that you’re interested in. Really intimate.

Just walk right up to this Renoir

Just walk right up to this Renoir

The other remarkable thing is that apparently there’s quite a controversy about just which ones are real, and/or which ones are stolen. Mimara, you see, spent time after the War recovering art that the Nazis had pilfered from Yugoslavia. But he may well have taken lots that the Nazis pilfered from somewhere besides Yugoslavia. And there is quite the controversy about whether many of the masters are real or fake. Which might explain why there is no security.

Nothing subtle here

Nothing subtle here

BUT – for a non-art guy like me, it was beautiful and amazing. I loved it. Of course, not all art is high-brow; we walked through a park with this charming statue of a boy peeing into the pond.

By the time we were done it had stopped raining, which makes it pretty much a perfect museum stop. We went to see St. Mark’s, with it’s beautiful roof, and walked through parts of the city that looked remarkably like fall, with leaves changing color and everything. We’re not sure just what that’s about, but the heat wave had broken so it was surprisingly cool, and it felt, looked, and even smelled like fall.

St. Mark's Church

St. Mark’s Church

Off to lunch, and after a good meal what’s better than a cemetery? So up we hike to the Mirogoj Cemetery, a late 19th century addition to the city’s final resting places. Beautiful and peaceful – dead people are just really calm and quiet. So we walked through for quite a while, then Mark went back to the hotel and I sat on a bench in the sun and finished my history of Poland. It had turned into a beautiful afternoon.

Mirogoj Cemetery

Mirogoj Cemetery

Matija Ljubek - an Olympic gold medalist who died in his 40s defending his mother...

Matija Ljubek – an Olympic gold medalist in canoeing who died in his 40s defending his mother…

And ... there are openings for YOU!

And … there are openings for YOU, though the reflection of Mark in the tombstone on the left is admittedly a little spooky

Tomorrow morning, early, we catch a train to Split down on the Dalmatian Coast. We’ll spend most of the next six to eight weeks within a few miles of the Mediterranean. I suspect I’ll love nearly every minute of it.

It’s probably a little strange for me to write a post about planning, since Mark does most of it, but let me give it a try.

Mark's lunch on a balcony, surrounded by greenery - it was heavenly

Mark’s lunch on a balcony, surrounded by greenery – it was heavenly

My "tuna salad" was perfect

My tuna salad was perfect

So far, we have little to say about Zagreb – we got in late Thursday after the hottest train ride ever and the heat wave was still blasting on Friday. So we did some minimal tourist stuff, had an amazing lunch, and instead of suffering in the blazing sun we dedicated the day to planning out the rest of our European stay. Short story is that we’re going to be on the beach a lot in the coming weeks.

It’s a little surprising how much time we put into planning things – where we’re going next, where we’re staying, how we’re getting there, and then thinking one or two or three stops down the line. (The other surprise is how much time I spend doing laundry in the bathroom, but that’s another story…) In the past, if we were planning two weeks in Italy or something like that, Mark would spend weeks researching, reading reviews, poring over guide books, building test itineraries. Now we’re sort of making it up as we go along, but we still need to put it all together and pay attention to commitments (Albania with Rezart for the last week in August, a five-day bike tour in Puglia in southeastern Italy the first week of October).

So here’s the plan: from Zagreb we’ll go to Split and then Makarska, both on the Dalmatian coast, for three days each.  Then it’s Dubrovnik – a city I’ve dreamt of literally for 40 years – for six days. From there Rezart’s in charge for a week in Albania and maybe a little Montenegro before we take a ferry from Durrës, Albania to Bari, Italy.

We’ve thought from the start of this adventure that we were going to spend September in Italy, but the big decision yesterday was that we were really going to spend September in and around Naples. We’ll hightail it from Bari across Italy direct to Naples for my first return after spending nearly two years there in the mid-1970s and then spend time on each of the three islands in the Bay of Naples – Capri, Ischia, and Procido. Then we’ll head to the Amalfi coast for more beaches, hiking, and eating.

That’s it – that’s what we accomplished yesterday. Deciding to spend four weeks all within shouting distance of Naples. It should be heavenly.

I just stole this picture of Capri from the web ... a sample of things to come

I just stole this picture of Capri from my  Lonely Planet e-book … a sample of things to come

OK, so we got up Thursday morning for our last few hours in Budapest. It’s been hot. HOT. I check out the forecast, and sure enough the high for the day is going to be 100 degrees again. Fine, we’re leaving anyway. Then I look at the forecast for Zagreb: 106 degrees. And we’re going to be on a train without air conditioning for six or seven hours to get there. YIKES!

Lady Liberty, Hungarian style

Lady Liberty, Hungarian style

A piece of the Liberty Statue

A piece of the Liberty Statue

I have time for one last morning hike, so I crossed the Danube over to the Buda side and climb Gellért Hill, where Budapest’s Liberty Statue (or Freedom Statue, depending on the translation…) stands. It has an interesting history – erected in 1945, it was originally a tribute to the Soviet troops who liberated Hungary from the Nazis, reminding us that at one point the Soviets were thought to be the good guys. Of course, that was before they imposed a Stalinist system and then crushed the 1956 liberalization. The original inscription, “To the memory of the liberating Soviet heroes,” was changed after the 1989 liberation to “To the memory of those all who sacrificed their lives for the independence, freedom, and prosperity of Hungary“.

Besides the history, of course, the view from up there was beautiful.

A view of Pest and the Danube, from Gellért Hill

A view of Pest and the Danube, from Gellért Hill

Then it was off to the train station. Unless you have reserved seats – and we couldn’t get any – it’s often hard to figure out just where you belong. In this case it wasn’t clear where the first class car was v. the second class (we were traveling second…), and then you have to try to calculate which side of the train will be more in the shade. Eventually we found seats that seemed to work for us, and we settled in for a very hot ride. As expected, no AC.

Fast forward a few hours. It’s hot. There’s nothing to like about the ride, but our seats are comfortable and the car we’re in is quiet. Then a train official comes through and says we all have to move up to one of the five front cars; at the next stop they’re unhitching a bunch of cars, including the one we’re in, and only the front ones are going to Zagreb.

Crammed into a hot car, waiting to move into another crowded hot car

Crammed into a hot car, waiting to move into another crowded hot car

We all pack up our gear and start heading forward, with dozens of other people from other cars, until we get to a place that’s too crowded to move anymore. And it turns out we’re probably 30 minutes from the next stop. So now we’re crammed in, hotter than ever, and not remotely comfortable or quiet. When we finally do get into the next station, there are hordes of people just like us, trying to crowd into the front few cars. Definitely more people than seats. And the smells – oh my god, dozens of people who’ve been sweating and drinking beer for hours on end, crammed into small spaces. You didn’t want to be anywhere near the bathrooms in those cars.

Mark, in the party car

Mark, in the party car

We get lucky, though, in a sense. I find a cabin that appears to have only a couple people in it, though the racks are full of backpacks. The gents inside invite us in, and mayhem ensues. They’re Irish, and they’ve been drinking pretty much non-stop for four days. Yeah, we were in a party car, with friends moving in and out, always with a beer (or three) in their hands. Instead of a disaster, then, we had a great time. I couldn’t always understand what they were saying, and I didn’t share their love of beer. But if you’re going to be crazy hot – as one of them said, you know you’re hot when your shins are sweating – you might as well do it with happy Irish!

This is what passes for AC. As the sun was setting, it was no longer unbearable...

David, from Porto, using what passes for AC. As the sun was setting, it was no longer unbearable…

Hot and Happy!

Hot and Happy – She’s from Madrid, and while in Amsterdam tried some mushrooms. Then she had mushrooms tattooed on her ass. She’d show you if you asked…

Irish Glory

Irish Glory – Only a fraction of the beer cans are visible here. Anna, on the right, is from Queens, and just happened to join us. You’ll see we’re all wearing part of Rob’s t-shirt; he’d rip off a piece and insist you wear it.