Travelling by bus gives you plenty of time to see things and reflect on new stimuli.
On the approach to Zagreb city centre, I witnessed the aftermath of three separate car accidents (sorry, we can't call them that anymore, can we?) within the space of a few minutes.
The last time we drove a car, was way back in November 2006, nearly eight months ago now, and I don't miss it one bit. A motorcycle is entirely a different kettle of fish mind, and I am very much looking forward to hiring something when we stay over on another Croatian island later this summer.
But a car? No ta.
The nicest thing (aside from the amazing scenery of the country flashing past us as we drove inland) however, was on the return leg of out trip.
An elderly lady, travelling on her own, seemed a little anxious as she boarded the coach at Zagreb back to Pula.
When the conductor (all coaches have both a driver and a conductor here) came to her she gave him her ticket as requested and also pressed a piece of paper into his hand, containing a telephone number.
It transpired that she needed to call her son to let him know she was safely on the bus (she had not had the chance at the bus station) and so the conductor cheerfully rang through on his mobile and gave her the handset so that she could talk to him directly.
The woman seemed horrified at the prospect of speaking on a mobile herself, so the guy ended having a chat to her son explaining the situation to him, much to the amusement of the rest of the passengers. All this he did with a beaming grin and without any kind of ill manner.
Croatians are such a warm and friendly people, don't ya think?