Zagreb

Quit work early on the Friday and commuted Sony.M3.M25.M4.LHR.ZRG.Minibus.HotelOperaZagreb.
Conversation with British expat living in Washington DC for the last 18 years. "We went out for a year, and I don't know what happened. We're going to retire in Skip." Croatia had a booming tourist industry in the 70's, akin to Spain. But Spain did not dissolve into a war-zone, and became the retirement Country for Europe. Now the Germans and the British are heading out to Croatia to enjoy Spain-for-less, without the Benidorm crowd. Stories of working in London, Munich, Washington and Kuala Lumpur made me think that my next job as
Croatian customs didn't bother using ink to stamp my passport. Probst was on form, meeting us at the airport wearing socks but no shoes in the rain. The only person I knew at the wedding was the groom, who was a parttime gambler and whose friends were mostly a collection of eccentric professional gamblers. Got to the hotel, checkin, get camera+wallet+coat and head downstairs to hobnob. Bloke whose name I still do not know speaks to me with extreme familiarity, and appears to know me from Bristol. Then another. These people probably knew me from the days when I was *sometimes* around whilst duty free cigarettes were traded hands. Too many people, too long ago, can't remember. Before the third engagement I head out to rainy Zagreb at 1am to take photos of the deserted city. Home, bed. Zagreb is not as picturesque as Prague or Stockholm. I liked it nonetheless, but the graffiti was rubbish. They need lessons from the Berliners.



- posted by Daniel @ Saturday, September 25, 2004