Florrie Elizabeth.

Agreed by all, the train to Split from Zagreb was beautiful but unpleasant at the same time. With mountainous vistas, cliff drop-offs and fields of evergreens, the view from the train was picturesque but the carriages rocked from side to side as we travelled up and down the mountains, causing a lot of travel sickness. Six hours on, we arrived in Split, with most of the group not too excited at the prospect of boat travel to top it off. We arrived in perfect time to make the 3pm crossing to Hvar but unfortunately ferry tickets were sold out, which meant an unplanned three hours in Split. Whilst the rest of the group chilled in a cafe (and recovered from travel nausea), I ventured into the town, walking down the palm tree-lined promenade and glancing into the lives of wealthy yacht owners. I even spoilt myself with a chocolate ice cream.  Finally, it was time to get the ferry across. We had high hopes for a smooth boat trip, with incredible views of the Croat...

What a wet and dreary 24 hours in Zagreb. We arrived before noon, giving us most of the day to see Croatia's capital city. However, as the train from Ljubljana progressed, it became more and more apparent that we wouldn't be seeing the sunny, humid weather that Croatia is known for in Zagreb. Instead, heavy downfalls of rain plummeted across the city, meaning the streets were practically empty of people except for hardcore tourists making the most of their visit.  Another issue arose when I learnt that my bank was denying me from getting money out. I had little euros left and needed to pay for our first hostel in Croatia. Panicking, we went to the hostel anyway and thankfully found out that we could pay for our night's accommodation in euros. Thank you, Hostel Chic! After hanging our sodden clothes on the end of our beds, we set out into the centre dressed in every waterproof covering possible. Before long, we caved from the rain for a bit and headed into the f...