last shots of Croatia

I was privvy to an interesting conversation between this child and his father (arm visible on far right). This guy did not want to climb higher along the wall, but after being promised an ice cream and a lot of discussion he agreed. This happened in Italian (I think) but the theme was clear.


Cars are not allowed inside the old city; this shot is taken from the city wall, looking back out toward the gate that divides the old city from the new.
A shot of the city rooftops facing out toward the Adriatic

The city is built on the coast, and climbs up this hillside

This is one French tour group within the monastery "Allo!"

My cab driver Neko really wanted me to stop and take some photos of the city from the winding roads heading back to the airport. He kindly took a photo of me from this fare-increasing adventure. The fruits of his labors are featured below. I was glad we stopped. If anyone wants to visit Croatia Neko says to go in September when the water is warm and the tourists have left. I have his card if anyone wants a very helpful guide!

The city wall
Some stairs on a turret along the city wall



Tiled roofs from the city wall

My flight back was basically uneventful. The plane was late leaving Dubrovnik-- here is a shot from the plane.
It was clear that some flight connections might be jeopardized from Vienna. When we landed, the pilot said "If you are connecting to Venice, Brussles or Amsterdam please see the attendant at the end of the gate". Long story short, my flight was just about to leave. A nice man took me and a girl connecting to Brussels in a minivan across the landing areas outside the airport. We stopped and ran into an area to have our passports stamped and luggage checked (no lines) then back out to the van to drive up to our flights. They dropped me off and walked me in, I sat down and the plane left. Our driver Micheal said that our luggage would not be making the trip with us. I was just happy to not have to find a place to sleep at short notice in Vienna. To be perfectly honest, I was still lugging around the laptop and was happy to have someone else bring my bag home. When I got into Amsterdam I went straight to the baggage claim area and filed a report, bought my train ticket, changed my kuna for euros, and skeedaddled. It was delivered on Monday at about 6:45 PM
with everything intact and in its proper place. Hooray! A nice end to a good trip!