Day 87

My travels to Croatia were a little scary. Remember that first blog way back in April where I told the customs in the UK the wrong dates and they denied me entry for a few moments til we sorted everything out? Well that came back to bite me in the ass. The border of Slovakia and Croatia they have border police for the trains. So they came on and looked at everyones passport. He came to mine and could not understand that special stamp I got in the UK. So he took me off the train and brought me to two other guards standing on the side. They got close into my face and were asking what it was and refused to give me my stamp to let me in! They told me I only had a few more days in Europe since it would be three months in very soon, I attempted to explain to them that the stamp meant I had three months just in the UK and six months in the EU. After getting yelled at in Croatian/ broken english a bit more they let me back on the train and off I went. I don't understand why the guards don't know their own laws. And all because my mom gave me the bright idea to go to Croatia!

THe train ride was not completely horrible, I met this great Austrian lady half way through. Susan was her name and she is a DJ and also does some event planning in Vienna. We got to talking, and after the passport scare she sort of took me under her wing. Once getting to Croatia, she gave me some info on beaches and spots to be (she vacations in Croatia a lot). Then I found out she was heading to one, so we took a bus together where she was meeting her family. It was just before midnight before we got in so they gave me a ride to the center of the town so I could find a hostel. It is great how generous people can be!

So this brings me to the coast of Zadar, where I spent the day on the beach, doing absolutely nothing. I could do this for a while...