This is the end of my fall 2015 scouting tour of the Balkans. Tomorrow is the first day of winter and I am winging home for holidays in Minnesota.

There is not a lot to say about Zagreb. It is not a wealthy city. Not particularly historic. It is gritty and crumbling and there is a lot of graffiti and dog poop.

But I have enjoyed my stay here. There are lots of Museums. The Egyptian collection at the Archeological museum is surprisingly good.

The Technology museum has a very nice section on Nicholai Tesla, the genius who brought us Alternating Current, a native son. And there are nice areas of the city with shopping and restaurants and pubs.

The best thing about Zagreb is how the people who live here enjoy their city. They are walking everywhere, using the extensive tram system, enjoying the seasonal festivities, sitting outside eating sausages, drinking coffee or hot wine and smoking cigarettes.

Here are some random photos of Zagreb that speak for themselves:

 

Some Zagreb stories:

They count among their local inventions the Neck-tie and the Ball point Pen.

If you can think of one of the old sewing machines that was powered by rocking a plate with your feet… I was surprised to see in the technology museum that they were still manufacturing a version of these into the 1960’s.

 

The End

If you have looked at a post or two from this trip it may have looked like a random walk. But except for shooting up to Munich to spend time with CAMarchand I have been making a pretty methodical look around of the North East of this region.

I guess a brief summary statement is in order.

It has been a very interesting fall tour. It is easy to travel here if you don’t mind the occasional long bus ride. English is available everywhere. English music plays everywhere.

People have been kind and helpful to me.

Travelling here you are not overwhelmed with crushing population and alien-ness like in Asia.

The Balkans are a bit gritty. But they are real and certainly cost effective.

Their history is extremely long, and everywhere you look. It is both glorious in its scope and horrendous in how continuously bloody it has been.

They eat bread and meat and drink wine. So do I.

These are Europeans. I see the faces of friends and acquaintances everywhere. It makes me think that although it might be right culturally to say “I’m Irish, I’m German, I’m Hungarian, …” in the great scheme of things we are all poured out of the blender.

Best holiday wishes.  Thanks for coming along.