I didn’t get up to much in Zurich, mainly because besides an hour or so during the morning the weather was horrendous. I saw the lake, Haus de Kunst and, of course, a Swiss chocolate shop, as well as Making a Murderer on Netflix if that counts as ‘what I saw in Zurich.’ Hopefully, if I return to Switzerland,the weather will be a lot nicer but for now, here’s a few pictures:
I arrived in Munich on Sunday – in total I stayed here for five nights, and for me it was two too many. For the past 7 or so weeks, I’ve managed to travel on Sundays as it seems that nothing is open, and after having spent afew hours in Salzburg I wasn’t too fussed about getting much done.
To get from Graz to Germany I had to go via Salzburg on the bus. I wasn’t that fussed about visiting but I’ve spoken to a lot of people over the past three months who have loved it. The weather was so good that it’d be rude to be stuck on a bus for it.
I wanted to leave Slovenia and go into Germany, but the hostels were fully booked, expensive and/or not great. Instead, I asked Dad for a suggestion for somewhere in the middle and I liked the sound of Graz. The day I arrived I went out without a map to have a look around, it was a really nice day and all the shops were shut, it seemed as though everyone threw a sickie to enjoy the weather, but apparently it was a one day festival.
I arrived in Ljubljana (so glad that I use autocorrect) after a 9 hour bus journey on Sunday, to find that Sunday and Monday were bank holidays and that there would be next to nothing open. I had initially wanted to spend the afternoon in the city, then Monday at Lake Bled and doing whatever I missed in the city during the afternoon, before packing my bags and moving on. Needless to say, that did not happen.
I was looking forward to a couple of nice, sunny weeks in Croatia,but it’s fair to say that it wasn’t my cup of tea. The weather wasn’t great and I was finding it difficult to find stuff to do in the cities. It took me three hours to see most of Zadar for which I had booked three nights, and Split I thought was alright. I’m glad I went though, as Plitvice and Krka National Parks were definitely worth my time.
Afer having spent a while in Budapest, it is time to start travelling again. I’ll probably do it at a slower pace than what I have been doing so far. I arrived in Zagreb, Croatia late on Saturday and I probably would have made it to the coast too, had I been convinced that I’d make the 6am train. Instead, I stayed in Zagreb for a couple of nights to try and work out what I’d be doing over the next couple of weeks and saw that there was a taxi service to Plitvice National Park, which is one of the reasons I wanted to come to the country. I was intending to stay for a couple of nights, but the weather forecast is pretty bad, so a day did me just fine.
During the afternoon on Friday I arrived in Budapest after a 7 hour train ride. It dragged until someone saw me writing in a journal and showed me his. He was doing trip from Riga in Latvia to Budapest before going back home to Australia, he is 80 and seems to be doing trips like that for a very long time, and I hope that I can do the same. We compared travelling like I am doing now and from before I was born and he was interested to hear how easily I can book everything as it has not always been as easy as booking a hostel online and using Google maps to find it.
Last year I wanted to squeeze in a trip to Prague but didn’t fit it in so it was a no brainer that I’d end up here. From Bratislava it took just over four hours on the train, I arrived early evening then went for a quick walk over Charles Bridge and to see the John Lennon wall, and back into the hostel.