We checked out of our inn and hit the road, heading eastbound for almost 2 hours when we came to the Slovenian-Croatian border. The border guards could not have cared less about who we were or our passports. They simply looked for a place to stamp, stamped, and handed them back without missing a beat in their conversations. Then back we were in Croatia and onwards to the Zagreb airport to drop off Otto (thankfully). We grabbed a cab and headed into downtown Zagreb to check into a hotel for the final time. We are all exhausted and no longer that interested in sight seeing, but Kelly had read about a pen/pencil maker in Zagreb and wanted to buy one for her and her friend. She asked the concierge where the shop was, and he informed her that they had closed the shop and you can only really buy the pens from the factory in batches of twelve. Seeing as the pens average around €150 each, she sadly decided to pass.
We walked around town, said hi to Nikola Tesla, popped into the Museum of Broken Relationships giftshop and took a few photos of a cathedral with a tiled roof.
Having not eaten since breakfast and dinner time fast approaching, we grabbed a table in a busy square and enjoyed our last sit-down meal. An ice cream cone on the way home, and we turned in for the night, as we are up at the crack of dawn in the morning to catch our flight: Zagreb to Amsterdam, Amsterdam to Vancouver.






The tiled roof is interesting. Looks like wool embroidery.
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