Zagreb, Croatia

While Croatia is fairly stable today, the common sight of vacant homes riddled with bullet holes on the road to Zagreb emphasises the recent conflict as the Croats forced the resident Serbs out of the country. We arrived in Zagreb to realize that Chris did a total crap job of making Google maps to the campground. After about a half hour of driving around looking for the campground we stopped and bought a proper map, only to convince ourselves that that the campground did not exist a half hour later. The map did, however, show what appeared to be a park about 40 km out of town in the same direction as Mongolia so figured we should go and find a campground there. We entered this apparent park through a tiny road in a corn field and drove into a small community where there were lots of people on the roads motioning for us to stop. When we did stop kids ran up to the car, from what we could guess, asked us for money. No one spoke English, we left. Not far away the map indicated a “camping lodge” so we went to find it. Driving through small communities we got a lot of stares, but found no lodge or welcoming destination of any kind. Only the opposite of welcoming actually. Finally the road turned to dirt and we were in the woods; it was getting dark so we reluctantly decided to call it a night and camp there. Jerry had a tummy ache so he called it a day. Bret and Chris had a couple vodkas to take the edge off while frying up a few types of mystery meat. Don’t know what they were, but they were delicious. Once we went to bed it started pouring - when we woke up our tent had a moat. Happily packed up camp and headed out with the Pale Horse aimed for Serbia. Jerry’s tummy is feeling better.