Wow, where the hell do I begin?
There was a lot of anticipation leading towards this trip especially with so much already scheduled- 2 music festivals spanning 5 days each, with a cheeky trip to Venice in between festivals.
Getting to Pula was quite a effort with a couple of layovers and a total of 3 planes and over a day of traveling before reaching our final destination but, all was made easier by having the best company.
We didn’t manage to have a look around Frankfurt as our flight landed in the wee hours of the morning and were told shops wouldn’t be open for at least 6/7 hours which was when our next flight to Zagreb took off. But luckily that enabled us to have a wonder around Zagreb before our 3rd and final flight.
Having never been to Eastern Europe before I was excited to see what was in store and after being
well rested we hopped in a taxi outside the tiny Zagreb airport to check out the city. A couple of minutes later we had arrived at Kaptol, a town which was in habited by stunning archaic neo-gothic landmarks like the Zagreb Cathedral and St. Marks Church, both built before the 13th century and what seemed to be more tourists than locals.
Because of its impressive bygone structures it seemed like the town had been built for tourists with coffee shops, restaurant, gift and novelty shops scattered all over the place.
Pula was almost the same (It was only about an hour away by plane) with it’s beautiful ancient structures which I was stoked to see like the Pula Arena, The Arch of Sergii and The Temple of Augustus. These Roman buildings were surrounded by restaurants and gift shops which meant oodles of tourists but that suited us just fine and the $39HKD for half a litre of wine was music to a certain djs ears…
We managed to do a lot of sight seeing and touristy things -map out, pointing in all directions, selfie stick shots, you fucking name it and we had an absolute blast.
Our hotel was the quaintest little boutique hotel that was about 10 minutes from the amphitheatre and horde of restaurants and 15 minutes from Fort Punta Christo (where the rest of the festival was held) so we were away from most of the die-hard festival goers/campers and were situated around the outskirts of the town where mainly locals lived. It was a quiet and tranquil nearly all day long in this area which made our abode the perfect place to wind down after going to the festivals for some loud music and messy antics .
We also had 2 fantastic restaurants (as apposed to the hundreds in the centre of the town) that we kept going back to which were only a couple of minutes walk from the hotel which had a picturesque view of the Adriatic Sea, not too shabby at all.
I adore Croatia.
Frankfurt – Zagreb