I walked to the train station last night, about 9pm and said we'd like to go to Croatia tomorrow. Pula to be exact. She didn't seem that fazed, and within a few minutes I had the tickets. And now, here we are, doddling through hedges, rock cut-outs, farmland on a single vehicle diesel train that looks and sounds like it was built about 50 years ago. We are travelling straight down through Istria, Croatia's half-island holiday paradise. Birgit's booked us in to some sort of resort in Pula where we can finally get a rest from the chaos of the last few months. One minor observation: even Croatia's ricketiest trains (this and the last one) have reclining seats! Deutshe Bahn could learn a thing or two here.
The train to Ljubljana
The Slovenia/Croatia border crossing at Buzet. Passports all round, and a change of trains
The rickety but extremely comfortable train from Buzet to Pula through the middle of Istria
A train station
Off the beaten track...
Finally, our goal is reached, Pula! Now what?
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