JULY 30 - The usual scramble to get out of the room and to the bus station. The Bolt request goes wrong when Janet’s phone freezes up and we can’t see when the rideshare will arrive. Not wanting to wait for a solution, I flag down the first taxi I see. The traffic to the station area is so bad that we get out early and just walk in. The tourist crush at the station is really bad today, fortunately I already bought tickets weeks earlier so my only task is to figure out where the gate is. See a lot of unhappy people, trying to buy shuttle and bus tickets at the last minute and finding out everything is full.
A sudden downpour brings the temperature down a bit. The time for our bus comes and goes, so I make a game of deciding who around us is waiting for the same bus as we are. To our relief it does show up, 30 minutes late, and we pile on. Unlike every transport we’ve taken since Zagreb, I see no one I can identify as a tourist. This feels like victory.
Wind up into the mountains. It is impressive how barren much of this region is, too steep to grow crops, and soil apparently too poor to clear brush and put grazing animals. They have taken the opportunity, however, to install windfarms.