Post by Kim on May 1, 2003 11:39:25 GMT -5
It's my second day of the trip, and I'm already in a second big city... but as I'll return to Budapest for a longer visit at the end of the trip, I think I'll better save detailed of that for later...
I actually left my home on 2 days ago at 10.30PM, and spent the entire night and day sleepless. It's amazing that most of the time I didn't feel tiredness - I guess that's what the excitement of unusual experience does to the body...
I spent the entire night at Ben-Gurion airport, flew out at 6AM and landed at Budapest Ferihegy at about 8.30 (3.5 hours if time difference is taken in account).
My onward flight to Zagreb was scheduled for at 17.35, so I made a blitz visit to the city. It was net 5 hours visit, and I didn't rush to see as much as possible, as I already explained I will return there in 2 weeks time.
The flight to Zagreb was one hour long, and I got to Plose airport about 7PM. It turned out that Malev use a sub-company, Carpatair, to operate the Budapest-Zagreb line, with a small propellor aircraft, SAAB340.
Just for curious minds, as it was a non-event flight beside that... Actually there was an event... because of the small amount of checked luggage on board, they didn't operate the usual baggage conveyer, so on arrival I was puzzled that all passangers went away quickly and wondered where my trolly is... only after a while I realized it was brought manually and put near the motionless conveyer... well, I'll be smarter when I'll fly back to Budapest...
When I went out of the arrival hall (still luggage-less at that time), I was greated by my relatives who came to pick me up: Nenad, my mother's cousin, his wife Pepica (this C is pronounced like TZ in English), and their grandson Domagoj (J like Y). Domagoj is the only one of them that speak English, so he acts like translator...
Domagoj's parents, Nevenko and Nela, and his younger brother are away on holiday at a seaside town near Sibenik and will be back here only after this weekend. As I understand, he stays with the grandparents for this time, but I might be wrong, because when I phoned to his parents home on Tuesday (2 days ago) he answered it...
Anyway... my bed during my stay in Zagreb is the sofa in the living room of Nenad's appartment, and Domagoj is sleeping in a tiny room near the kitchen...
I should tell you... living in this flat is like going back in history... there's interesting story behind it... the property belonged to Nenad's family before WW2, and was taken by the Ustase (the Croatian faschist regime of the time). Nenad got it back only 11 years ago, after newly independent Croatia returned Jewish property (or some of it) to the original owners or their surviving family.
The furnitures in the living room seem to be the same as they were 62 years ago when their owners were forced out... you see this style in museums that preserve the past, but here it's a real house... I wonder whether it's for respect of the old style or lack of means to buy new furnitures...
The location is just great for me... it's on Marticeva street, 10 minutes walk from the central square of Zagreb, Trg Bana Ilacica (or Ban Ilacic square in English. C in this case is pronounced CH).
I'll stop here and continue later...
I actually left my home on 2 days ago at 10.30PM, and spent the entire night and day sleepless. It's amazing that most of the time I didn't feel tiredness - I guess that's what the excitement of unusual experience does to the body...
I spent the entire night at Ben-Gurion airport, flew out at 6AM and landed at Budapest Ferihegy at about 8.30 (3.5 hours if time difference is taken in account).
My onward flight to Zagreb was scheduled for at 17.35, so I made a blitz visit to the city. It was net 5 hours visit, and I didn't rush to see as much as possible, as I already explained I will return there in 2 weeks time.
The flight to Zagreb was one hour long, and I got to Plose airport about 7PM. It turned out that Malev use a sub-company, Carpatair, to operate the Budapest-Zagreb line, with a small propellor aircraft, SAAB340.
Just for curious minds, as it was a non-event flight beside that... Actually there was an event... because of the small amount of checked luggage on board, they didn't operate the usual baggage conveyer, so on arrival I was puzzled that all passangers went away quickly and wondered where my trolly is... only after a while I realized it was brought manually and put near the motionless conveyer... well, I'll be smarter when I'll fly back to Budapest...
When I went out of the arrival hall (still luggage-less at that time), I was greated by my relatives who came to pick me up: Nenad, my mother's cousin, his wife Pepica (this C is pronounced like TZ in English), and their grandson Domagoj (J like Y). Domagoj is the only one of them that speak English, so he acts like translator...
Domagoj's parents, Nevenko and Nela, and his younger brother are away on holiday at a seaside town near Sibenik and will be back here only after this weekend. As I understand, he stays with the grandparents for this time, but I might be wrong, because when I phoned to his parents home on Tuesday (2 days ago) he answered it...
Anyway... my bed during my stay in Zagreb is the sofa in the living room of Nenad's appartment, and Domagoj is sleeping in a tiny room near the kitchen...
I should tell you... living in this flat is like going back in history... there's interesting story behind it... the property belonged to Nenad's family before WW2, and was taken by the Ustase (the Croatian faschist regime of the time). Nenad got it back only 11 years ago, after newly independent Croatia returned Jewish property (or some of it) to the original owners or their surviving family.
The furnitures in the living room seem to be the same as they were 62 years ago when their owners were forced out... you see this style in museums that preserve the past, but here it's a real house... I wonder whether it's for respect of the old style or lack of means to buy new furnitures...
The location is just great for me... it's on Marticeva street, 10 minutes walk from the central square of Zagreb, Trg Bana Ilacica (or Ban Ilacic square in English. C in this case is pronounced CH).
I'll stop here and continue later...