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Visiting Croatia? Be sure to include Zagreb in your itinerary

We clear Croatian border control and follow our trusty GPS, acres of fields and pastures flanking us on both sides of the road. The signage is clear and we continue our leisurely pace enjoying the scenery.

We know we are close to the city as the traffic becomes heavier but are surprised when the GPS suddenly comes to life, reminding us that our turn is up ahead. Why are we surprised? We have booked to stay in the centre of the city and there is no sign of city life even though the GPS tells us we are only a couple of kilometres from our destination!

“You have arrived at your destination on your right”, says the confident voice of the GPS as we pull up in front of a small farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. The address list is retrieved from the bag. Yes, we have plugged in the right address! If all else fails, enter the GPS coordinates and this confirms our suspicions; we are still another 30 minutes from our destination!

The Croatian capital city, Zagreb, is often bypassed by travellers who are lured to the popular cities of Split and Dubrovnik and an island or two off the coast for the ultimate Croatian experience.

We second guess ourselves as we drive into the city passing row upon row of utilitarian apartment buildings from the communist era. The roads are wide and easy to navigate but there doesn’t seem to be any old-world charm in sight.

Early impressions are quickly dispelled when a turn or two later, we are in the heart of Donji Grad, Zagreb’s historic Lower Town. Our host, “call me Porchca” is waiting to guide us into the no access area and into the apartment’s private parking area. We are not disappointed by our choice of accommodation, it is a spacious and cosy apartment just metres away from cafes and restaurants and beautiful green spaces. Bustling Jelacic Square is only a few hundred metres further.

Our highlights (in no particular order):

  • Enjoying outdoor music and activity in Park Zrinjevac, a beautiful green space in the Lower Town and just metres from our apartment which has been transformed into a night festival with food stalls and live music. No crowds and very family-friendly.
Park Zrinjevac

Summer festival in Park Zrinjevac

  • Watching international performers entertain larger audiences with classical concerts and dancing on the main stage in Jelacic Square.
Jelacic Square, Zagreb, Croatia

Evening entertainment in Jelacic Square

  • A morning walk to the expansive Maksimir Park in the middle of Zagreb through the streets and local markets peeking into doorways and shops along the way. An opportunity to observe the people of Zagreb go about their daily business. We remember a lovely older woman stopping to make sure we were okay as we tried to reorientate ourselves in a marketplace. She spoke no English and us, no Croatian.
  • An afternoon exploring Gornji Grad (Upper Town), strolling along the almost empty cobblestone streets and similarly empty St Mark’s Square allowing us to appreciate the beautiful St Mark’s Church and its multi-coloured tiled roof.
St Mark's Church, St Mark's Square, Gornji Grad, Zagreb,Croatia

St Mark’s Church with its distinctive tiled roof

  • People watching around the vibrant Dolac fruit and vegetable market.
Dolac Markets, Zagreb

The wonderful array of fresh produce at the markets

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  • A visit to the Museum of Broken Relationships. Set in a baroque palace in the Upper Town. The brainchild of a couple who remained friends after their own relationship had broken down, the couple started collecting anonymous donations of relics from Zagreb residents whose relationships had suffered a similar fate and created this interesting concept. Sounds a little quirky but well worth a visit.

Museum of Broken Relationships, Zagreb, Croatia

For a capital city, Zagreb still maintains a small-town feel and without the usual summer crush of tourists, we were able to wander about the Lower and Upper Towns freely.

All in all our time in Zagreb was a greater pleasure than Split or Dubrovnik.

P.S. – Our recommendations:

Located in the heart of the Lower Town, Apartment Atrium Plaza was the perfect place to stay. Newly renovated, clean and spacious, within walking distance of all attractions, numerous dining options outside the secure compound and superb hosts.

Exploring the streets a short distance from Park Zrinjevac, we found a wonderful place to have dinner. Heritage serves traditional Croatian food in the form of street food. Their menu offers the opportunity to try dishes from all the regions in Croatians accompanied by local wines and craft beers.

Have a spare day to kill? Take a day trip to the charming city of Ljubljana in Slovenia only two hours away by car and about the same by train. Explore the old city known for its beautiful bridges, green spaces, lively marketplace and Romanesque architecture. Then, take a leisurely drive back to Zagreb on the back roads which wind through some of the most picturesque scenery we have seen in Europe.

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Lest We Forget – A day in Gallipoli

On a sunny August morning, our group of 16 boarded the bus in Canakkale for the final day of our tour of Turkey. We were returning to Istanbul and eager to go back to explore more of this captivating city for a few days before we flew home. We are enjoying our visit to Turkey more than we had anticipated.

There was one last visit to make on our “Turkish Delights” tour.

The bus boarded the ferry to cross the Dardanelles, a narrow strait which separates Asian Turkey from European Turkey, and the boundary between Europe from Asia. We were on our way to the Gallipoli Peninsula, the scene of the World War I campaign by troops to create a new war front gaining control of the Strait in order to invade Turkey and attack Germany’s other main ally Hungary.

The atmosphere on the ferry was jovial; elderly Turkish men sat in groups alongside other groups of young school children. We were all headed for the same destination. Both groups kept us entertained with their renditions of patriotic songs and laughter as the ferry swept along in tranquil waters.

The Gallipoli campaign failed with large numbers of allied troops killed or wounded when Turkish troops fought back fiercely to maintain control of their land. About 27,000 French and 115,000 British allied soldiers were killed or wounded.

Our small group consisted mainly of Australians and our guide, Murat directed the driver to take us to ANZAC Cove, the scene of a bloody battle between the ANZAC’s (Australian and New Zealand contingent) and the Turkish defenders.

The ANZAC campaign commenced with the landing of Australian and New Zealand troops at dawn on 25 April 1915 at ANZAC Cove and ended eight months later when the troops were withdrawn and evacuated after suffering heavy losses. Under fire from the Turkish soldiers almost as soon as they landed, the troops were faced with steep cliffs covered in gorse-like prickly scrub and bush which they had to traverse in order to capture further territory.

The site was calm and peaceful for our arrival. The water lapped gently on the shores of the Cove while we spent time wandering among the gravesites reflecting on what had been, while Murat provided a commentary on the events of that fateful day. Gazing up at the mountainside, we could only look and wonder at the formidable task the soldiers had been confronted with.

The memorial at ANZAC Cove displaying the heart-felt words of Mustafa Kemal Ataturk

We paused for some time to read the famous words of Mustafa Kemal Ataturk, a commander at Gallipoli during the 1915 campaign and the founder of modern-day Turkey who in 1934 wrote a heartfelt tribute to the ANZACs killed at Gallipoli:

“Those heroes who shed their blood and lost their lives! You are now lying in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and Mehmets to us where they lie side by side here in this country of ours. You, the mothers, who sent their sons from far away countries wipe away your tears; your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land they have become our sons as well.”

The bus took the easier route up to the summit to the Lone Pine Cemetery, the scene of the heavy battle between Australian and Turkish troops which the Australians eventually captured.

Lone Pine cemetery at Gallipoli
Lone Pine cemetery at Gallipoli

Here we were at the memorial to over 4,000 Australians missing in the ANZAC area of Gallipoli who have no known graves and the cemetery where 652 Australians are buried. Wandering along the lines of graves reading the gravestones was a sobering experience.

Gravestone at Lone Pine Cemetery
Gravestone at Lone Pine Cemetery

Back on the bus, we passed the New Zealand memorial at Chunuk Bair and further on to the Turkish memorial and cemetery. The Turks paid a heavy price for their victory at Gallipoli with an estimated 250,000 soldiers either wounded or killed during the campaign.

Turkish cemetery and memorial at Gallipoli
Turkish cemetery and memorial at Gallipoli

The Gallipoli campaign, one of the worst decisions made by the allied forces and one that lead to the unnecessary demise of thousands of young men. Deaths that could have been avoided.

Lest we forget.

ANZAC Cove
Time for reflection at ANZAC Cove

Chaos in Cairo

This is our first visit to Cairo, the Egyptian capital. Our initial impressions were formed through the window of our small shuttle bus from the airport to our downtown hotel. No sign of the Great Pyramids!

The ride was interesting. All types of vehicles manoeuvred randomly with complete disregard for the lane markings. Every passenger on the bus gasped at every near miss and even more so when it looked like we were going to be side-swiped. Our driver drove on unperturbed by the slamming of brakes and vehicles pulling in front of him. No need to use the indicators when a honk of the horn will do. Produce delivery trucks weaved among old Ladas and Fiats (all with dented panels) within centimetres of each other while avoiding the pedestrians casually walking on the motorway.

Spires of the city’s mosques spotted the horizon here and there between multi-storey apartment buildings, some of which were inhabited but looked incomplete. Furnished apartments sat next to open shells and herds of goats wandered about on the top floors of vacant buildings. Families appeared to be living in shacks on rooftops.  With no priority given to adorn the exterior of these buildings, the stark structures stood out everywhere often surrounded by rubble. Cairo resembles a warzone.

Our guide, Amir tells us when we quiz him later that Egyptians do not consider it important to embellish the exterior of their homes. What looked like incomplete shells of homes are apartments that have been purchased by Egyptians as an investment for later use. They will be enclosed and decorated when they are ready to live in them.

Our small group is staying at the Ramses Hilton in downtown Cairo. A labyrinth of roads and flyovers obstruct what were once wonderful views of the River Nile at the entrance and hampers access to the river promenade.

Our guide suggests that we will find it difficult to negotiate the traffic and crowded streets of Cairo and instead may prefer to enjoy the hotel facilities before we commence the official tour the next morning.

However, being used to independent travel and wanting to see more of the city and how people live in this city of nearly 20million people, we hit the streets as soon as we are refreshed.

It is early evening and peak hour.  Our aim is to cross the maze of roads to walk along the promenade. The easiest way is to tag along with the locals the first few times and by the end of the evening, we are experts.

A leisurely stroll with a tube of hot roasted peanuts picked up from a street vendor on the way brings us to 6 October Bridge to have a look at the vista up and down the river. The bridge is crowded with other tourists just like us admiring the scenery. On the way we have been accosted by Egyptian men trying to sell us boat rides on the river, asking us where we are going and offering to take us. We have read that it is pertinent not to take up these offers in case we end up purchasing an authentic handmade carpet which we have no intention of buying. This theme, we find follows us around most of Egypt. We fend off these helpful Egyptians as tactfully as possible.

The walk continues to Tahrir Square, another episode of dashing across roads but provides the perfect opportunity to observe the people of Cairo. Groups of young people (mostly young males) linger around the square watching cars chaotically manoeuvre themselves around the roundabout. The shopping street, Talaat Harb is laden with families out in the cold evening and eating out at simple eating houses. Eager to try Egyptian cuisine, we’re on the lookout for a suitable venue. Nothing stands out, there doesn’t seem to be any traditional restaurants visible.

We had checked online for recommendations before leaving the hotel. Café Riche is recommended by both TripAdvisor and our trusty DK Eyewitness travel guide. Dating back to the early 1900’s, the café was a meeting place for literary groups and intellectuals, as well as revolutionaries. The dark wood panelling, bookshelves and tables scattered with books and newspapers and the dimmed lighting complete with a smattering of guests emits a beautiful ambience. The menu, however, is not what we are looking for.

A little further along we reach a Talaat Harb Square. Nothing extraordinary here until we cast our eyes upwards. We are greeted with architectural magnificence, remnants of British rule in Egypt. Ornate balconies and shuttered windows look aged and neglected however, add character and elegance to the square.

We join the Egyptians to eat in a simple and clean chain restaurant, GAD filled with young couples, families and male work colleagues sharing a vast array of dishes – shawarma with dips, salads, Egyptian style pizzas and more. We are the only foreigners. It seems that others have taken the advice not to venture out solo.

Tired but satisfied to have made the choice to leave the hotel, we decide it is time to wander back. This time, it is along the narrow streets and back lanes where the heart of the city beats. We find auto-mechanics working away fixing up old Ladas and Fiats under dim lamps and streetlights. Cars are not thrown on the scrap heap so readily here. They are recycled.

We do not feel threatened or worried about our safety on the way. Armed with the art of crossing the still busy roads of Cairo, we arrive back into the comfort of our hotel. A comfort that not all Egyptians have.

 It has been an enlightening first day in Egypt.

Planning a visit to Egypt. Here are our tips to ensure you enjoy your time there.

Weddings around the World

It’s the simple moments that make travel so enjoyable.

One of our joys is observing people from different countries, how they live their lives and what makes their lives different from ours. When the opportunity arises, we engage to ask questions and reciprocate when they enquire about our lives at home. There is nothing more pleasurable than staying in neighbourhoods, enjoying a cup of coffee with the locals and dining at the local restaurants for the authentic experience.

We also love walking through the local markets to observe neighbours catching up with each other as they do their daily shopping. And, we take notice of families in their neighbourhoods, individuals sitting on their doorsteps watching passers-by like us or gossiping with neighbours who stop to stay “hello”.

One of the highlights of our travels is coming across a wedding celebration on our strolls around town. We often come across happy gatherings while wandering through backstreets, or as occurred in Rome, find guests who unwittingly assist us in finding what we had set out to see.

There was the pleasure and honour in being invited to be part of a simple and happy wedding celebration in a back alley in Istanbul as we walked back to our hotel after doing a little last minute shopping. We’ve stood with other tourists outside the Basilica we were about to enter in the Tuscan town of Arezzo to watch a bride arrive at her wedding on the back of a Vespa and experienced the simple happiness of families as they gather to toast happy couples as they emerge one after the other from the Registry Office at the town hall in Nuremberg. The highest privilege of all is when the happy couple takes time away from their festivities to pose of our camera. There have been many such occasions.

We are looking forward to sharing some of our favourite shots taken over the years in the coming weeks on our social media pages. Join us for “Wedding Wednesdays” by following on our social media pages (Facebook and Instagram, or click on the links on the right-hand side of this post).

We hope you enjoy them as much as we enjoy reminiscing as we share.

Our exhilarating day trip to Kotor in Montenegro!

We have a spare day in Dubrovnik. Do we take a ferry ride to visit some of the charming islands off the coast or spend the day exploring the natural beauty of Montenegro away from the summer crowd?  Kotor is less than 100 km away! We decided to take the quieter option.

Still relatively untouched by mass tourism, this little country has much to offer. It is the ideal place to experience a mix of history and natural beauty.

Rather than rushing from one town to another, we idle away a few hours in the medieval town of Kotor walking along the city walls and then through the labyrinth of streets and alleyways wandering in and out of squares admiring the baroque churches and locals going about their daily life.

We are concerned about our return journey to Dubrovnik. Our Dubrovnik apartment host advised us to leave early in the morning to avoid the long queues that build up at the Croatian border as Montenegrins and Croatians move between the two countries. At times the wait can be two hours or more. The evening wait time can sometimes be longer!

We stop for lunch at a small café in a quiet square in the Kotor’s Old City and were lucky to chance upon an informative café owner. While discussing our apprehension, he suggests we make our return trip through Bosnia and Herzegovina. He often takes this route. He reassures us the journey is scenic. The travel time will be the same so we jump at the opportunity to have a taste of driving through the countryside. Of course, the idea of avoiding languishing in a long queue also helps us make the decision.

With instructions on where to turn off the main road, we set both GPS devices with the details (our lease car’s GPS is more than adequate, however, we also take our trusty TomTom GPS unit with us too when we travel – just in case!).

Both GPS devices instruct us to turn off the road just out of Kotor onto a quiet little backroad which soon turns into a country lane and then into a goat track. We wave down a decrepit ute driving past us in the opposite direction to make sure we were on the right path. He can’t speak English but he waves us on indicating we are going the right way.

We drive on expecting the road to improve and join a major arterial road. To our horror, the road narrows further as climb uphill on this vertiginous track with nowhere to safely turn back. There is no option but to crawl forward at times reaching 20km/hour.  Not to mention the 30 or so hairpin bends we encounter over this hair-raising drive with sheer mountain drops (and stunning views). However, we are intent on staying on the track and don’t dare take our eyes off the road until we reach the top where we came across two hikers taking a relaxed hike along the road. These are the only humans we have seen since the man in the ute. A little further on, join the road we are actually supposed to have been travelling on.

The bypass is so new that it didn’t feature on either GPS units.

We are fortunate.  He is an accomplished driver and contains his racing driver spirit until we arrive on the highway to continue a most enjoyable time through the Bosnia and Herzegovinian countryside surrounded by rolling hills, through green valleys alongside gently flowing streams and creeks and quaint towns arriving back in Dubrovnik without incident.

We are, however, curious. A Google search when we arrive back in Dubrovnik reveals that we have just traversed one of the most dangerous roads in Europe!

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