Croatia

[OnyxCougar]

No rest for the wicked, though, and we were off again, walking up to the tram line to get a tram to the Embassy. There was a discussion in Croatian about the best way to get there, and we eventually arrived. The Embassy is at Hebrangova 2, in the picture below, look below the words DONJI GRAD. It's on the corner of Hebrangova and Gajeva.


Non-Americans can't get in, and the boys had to wait across the street. We were patted down and metal detected on entry to the Emabassy and I had to leave my camera at the door. We registered without incident, and our next step was to go to the police station and register as Temporary Visitors in Zagreb. More walking. We walked all the way to the main Police Station, just to find out they closed about 45 minutes earlier. We would have to come back tomorrow.

Hrvoje had had the worst luck with apartments. He rented an apartment before we got there, but the day before we left, it flooded, so he had to scramble to find something else. He got another place at the last minute, and him and Kelle had been staying there. Hrvoje's family owns several homes, one of which was outside a village named Kutina. They had plans to go there after the embassy, to meet his family, so they would just register her there. Ivan and I would register me in Zagreb the next day. So Kelle and I split up again, promising to meet when they came back Friday for our trip to Preko. Ivan took me to Trg Bana Jelacica [Terg Bah-nah Yell-ah-cheech-ah] (Ban Jelacic Square).