It was getting cold, so we decided to go back to the Sudbahnhof and try to find where the bus would leave. We got the phone call from Austrian Air, and waited for them. During the wait, Ivan and Hrvoje recognized a corner of the station, so Hrvoje and Kelle went to investigate. Surprise! The large sign saying "Zagreb" was the big tipoff. We only had about an hour now, it was too late to try to find the Cathedral. So we just waited for the bus to come.
Finally we boarded the bus, which looked like one of those chartered things that we see in Vegas all the time.
It was 35 Euros for me, (I got a return ticket) and as night fell, I fell asleep against Ivan. My hips went numb several times, and I was wakened by very stern looking Border guards wanting to see my passport as we passed from Austria into Slovenia and again from Slovenia into Croatia, but I slept most the way. It was night time anyway.
We pulled into Zagreb at 11:30pm. Hrvoje called his brother, and Kelle went with them, Ivan and I took a tram to Borongai (Bore-on-guy), and walked to his place.
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