Up at 6 am today to catch the bus from Daruvar a d then train to Zagreb, this is where I met Melanie, a retired tourism pro who kindly gave me a two-hour guided commentary along the way. She pointed out Remetinec Prison—apparently the “privileged” spot for short sentences under six months, complete with three…
Tomorrow I’m off bright and early to Zagreb, Croatia’s lively capital, for a quick overnight stop before rolling on to Tovarnik up north. By Thursday I’ll be crossing the border into Serbia. All this will be done by trusty bus and train, as finding a hostel or hotel willing to store my bike while I…
Despite wrestling with a pesky throat infection, I’ve been keeping myself busy in Daruvar with a bit of gentle gardening each day. I’ve wandered through the local markets, strolled the quiet streets, and quickly discovered this is definitely not a bustling town. What makes it unique, though, is its Czech heritage—Daruvar is known as the…
I’ve landed safely at Gloria’s place, and wow—what a colourful welcome! Purple is her absolute favourite, and it shows. Think purple walls, purple cushions, purple everything. It’s like stepping into a lavender dream. The garden, on the other hand, is a little more… freestyle. Overgrown, scattered, with a few plants in desperate need of love.…