I woke up at 6:30am to meet my uber driver, who took me to the train station in no time. Unfortunately, he didn’t speak English, so I could not ask him why this train station did not look like a train station.

5 minutes later, my next uber driver took me from Kustošija to Zagreb’s main train station- Glavni Kolodvor, where I had about 5 minutes to catch my train to Split. I was pretty excited- I had bought first class tickets so that I could catch up on my sleep, maybe stretch my legs out a bit.

My ticket had a specific car number and seat number on it, but when I asked the conductor, his only response was, “No— that’s my office”. Apparently, he had annexed all of first-class for himself. I try to avoid fights with people of whom I am at their mercy, so I let it go. The spot that I ended up sitting at was fine anyway, much more leg room than any airplane I’ve been on.

After being assured that we were at the right spot, I got off of the train at around 2pm, and walked to my Hostel. I spent some time reassessing my position in this world- My phone was almost dead, and it wasn’t charging nearly as fast as it should be, I was hungry, having not eaten anything all day, and my luggage was nowhere to be found.

I took a walk into the main tourist area of town to accomplish a few tasks. #1 on my list was to get a new phone charger (as I had accidentally left mine somewhere, hopefully with Gus in Zagreb) and a power bank to help it last through the day. I then sat down for some food at the nearby Corto Maltese Freestyle Food, where I ate this delicious thing:

This is a hybrid pašticada / ravioli, with some prosciutto on top for good measure. It tasted alright.

At about that time, I received a phone call from the luggage company. My luggage was in Zagreb, ready to deliver to Gus’s. I told them that I was not around, but that they could leave it there for Gus, and I would pick it up on my way back. the guy on the phone called his boss, who then told me that they would deliver it to me in Split, and that the delivery guy would be calling me to get the address. I understood that to mean, he would be calling me *soon* for the address, but I was mistaken. Good thing I grabbed that battery, or my phone would never have gotten that call.

The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful- I wandered around the Diocletian’s palace area, stopping for a drink at a few places, and eventually retiring at 10pm.