Oh Zagreb.

As I write this I am proped against the wall on a fold out bed.  The hostel made a bit of a clerical error or something, they had a few big groups come in today.  So firstly Sophie and I were shifted rooms, and into seperate rooms, and then I was asked if I could move to a camp bed in the corner.  They were very apologetic about it though, and gave us each a free drink for our troubles.  I didn't mind, as long as I didn't have to make up my bed again, which I didn't.

We did have plans to go and visit a park at the north end of the city, but when we got up this morning the weather looked a bit dodgy and I was feeling a bit tired and shitty and Sophie a bit ambivalent, so we flagged it.  Instead we wandered up to have a nosey around the botanic gardens, and read of course.  Then back to the hostel for lunch and a lazy afternoon, then back into town for dinner and festival.  We went back to the place we had coffee the other night, but no Alexander.  The other waiter from yesterday was there though, and he was much friendlier than last time, I think because he recognised us.  So we had a decent meal, and a decent glass of house wine, and wound our way up to find the square to go and see some of the street music festival.  The Beatles revival band to be exact.  You should have seen the skip Sophie gave when we heard the first chords of a Beatles song walking towards the square.  It was delightful.  The night air, the crowds and the general atmosphere put us in a great mood, it was fantastic. 

Watching the Beatles revival band was pretty hilarious, particularly in between songs when they would talk in Croatian (and the crowd would applaud and we would be totally in the dark).  As if standing in a square in Zagreb listening to live Beatles music wasn't great enough, we were joined a couple of times by stilt walkers who would twist through the crowd dancing and singing along.  One in particular was brillant, he would dance with the little girls sitting on their fathers shoulders.  It was oh so strange and oh so marvellous.  A real 'I'm in Europe and its great!' moment.

Tomorrow we move on to Pula.  Our sacred place.  A good thing too, us both having landed with rather annoying older gentleman room mates.  Mine Ukranian - just one - Sophie's South African - three.