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martes, 25 de marzo de 2014

Dia de partido.

Llegue a Belgrado un dia de partido. Jugaban el Partizan contra el Maccabi, en el top-16 de la Euroliga. No estaba seguro de ir o no, porque no era un partido importante, pero no tenia nada mejor que hacer excepto dormir, asi que me decidi a ir.

De camino al pabellon conoci a una chica que iba para alla. Intente hablar con ella, pero no hablaba ingles y fue dificil comunicarse. Con lo poco que se de polaco, que es parecido al serbio, conseguimos medio entendernos.

Me dijo que ibamos a intentar entrar solo con su entrada, porque ya no vendian mas entradas. El precio era minimo igualmente. Ni siquiera dos Euros.

El chico de la puerta no me dejo entrar, y ella salio conmigo intentando encontrar a alguien que vendiese una entrada. Como a veces parece que me pasa a mi, tuve la suerte de que un chico vino y nos dio una entrada. Gratis.
No podia creer que tenia tanta suerte. OTRA VEZ.

En el partido me puse con los ultras. Fue una locura. Estuvieron cantando, gritando y saltando 30 minutos antes de que el partido empezase, y por supuesto no pararon cuando lo hizo.
Fue un partizo increible, a pesar de que no lo disfrute mucho porque estaba mas pendiente de cantar.

Partizan gano por dos puntos, en un partido muy emocionante. Cuando termino, los aficionados se volvieron aun mas locos. Celebramos la victoria unos 20 minutos con los jugadores. Nunca habia visto nada asi. He estado en cientos de partidos, pero estos fans eran increibles. Nos quitamos las camisetas para los ultimos 5 minutos, y uno de ellos lanzo la suya a la pista cuando Bogdanovic metio el triple de la victoria.

Todo fue perfecto. Me creia la persona con mas suerte de la tierra. No solo habia llegado a Belgrado en autostop. Lo habia hecho a tiempo para el partido. Habia entrado de gratis, y habia sido una de las mejores experiencias de mi vida.

Pero cuando el partido termino, y saliamos del pabellon, cantando por supuesto, decidi hacer un nuevo video. Uno de los lideres vino hacia mi, y a pesar de que no entendi una mierda, comprendi que no queria que les grabase, porque quiso coger mi telefono, e incluso me empujo. En ese momento, nadie quiso hablar conmigo, y cuando le pregunte a una chica que me habia dicho, me miro con miedo y se fue para otro lado.



Aunque me dejo ir, no me senti a salvo hasta que llegue a mi albergue, dando una vuelta considerable por si me habian seguido.

Match day.

I arrived to Belgrade on game day. It was a game of the top-16 in the Euroleague, and Partizan was playing against Maccabi, one of the best teams in Europe. I wasn't sure whether going or not, because it was not an important game at all, but I had nothing else to do but sleeping, so I decided to try.

On my way to the Arena, I met a girl who was going to the game. I tried to talk to her, but she couldn't speak English, so it was hard to communicate. I speak a few words in Polish, and since it's similar to Serbian, I think we understood each other.

She told me that we were trying to get into the stadium with just her ticket, because there was no longer tickets on sale. The price anyway was ridiculous, not even 2 euros.

The guy in the door didn't let me go in, and she came out with me, trying to find someone selling tickets. As it seems to happen to me sometimes, I was lucky enough a guy came to us, and gave an extra ticket, for free.
I couldn't believe I was so lucky. AGAIN.

In the game I was staying with the ultras. It was crazy. They were singing, jumping and screaming for 30 minutes before the game started. And when it did, they didn't stop. Of course.
It was an amazing match, even though I couldn't enjoy it a lot because we were focus on singing instead of the game.

Partizan won for 2 points, in a really exciting game. When it finished, the fans became even crazier. And we celebrated the victory for 20 minutes with the players. I had never seen anything like this. I've been to hundred games in my life, but they were amazing. We took our t-shirts off in the last 5 minutes, and one of the guys threw it to the field, when Bogdanovic scored the buzzer beater.

Everything was great. I was feeling the luckiest person in the world. I couldn't believe I had not only arrived to Beograd hitch-hiking, I had done that on time for the game. I went for free, and it was one of the nicest experiences ever.
But when the game finished and everybody went out, of course singing, I decided to make a new video. One of the hooligans leaders came to me, and even though I didn't understand a shit, I assumed that he didn't like I was recording them, because he wanted to take my phone, he even pushed me. He let me go, though, but I wasn't feel safe until I got to the hostel, making my way longer than usual. Just in case they were following me.
 Nobody wanted to talk to me after that. I asked a girl what he had said to me, and she looked at me scared and went on the other way.



lunes, 24 de marzo de 2014

Autostop de Zagreb a Belgrado.

No es fácil. Primero, Zagreb es una ciudad grande, y para llegar a la autopista el bus tarda 40 minutos. Además, como las relaciones entre Serbia y Croacia no son buenas, alguna gente no querrá que cruces la frontera en sus coches.

Cogí el bus 276 hacia Dumovec, donde me bajé. Está al lado de la autovía, pero no hay buenos sitios para hacer autostop. El peaje está a 10km, y no hay gasolineras. De todas formas, ya que había ido tan lejos, tenía que intentarlo.

Por suerte, la carretera estaba en obras, así que el tráfico era lento. Un camionero me cogió, parando en mitad de la autopista, cuando sólo llevaba 5 minutos de espera. Me dejó en el peaje, y en menos de 5 minutos ya estaba en el siguiente coche, con el que avancé 40 km. Pero era una ciudad pequeña, sin tráfico, y una vez más iba a necesitar coger un coche en mitad de la autovía. Sin embargo, el tráfico era fluido ahora.

Pero otra vez, tuve suerte de que un camión paró a los dos minutos. Fui con estos dos tipos hasta que encontraron una estación de servicio grande. Un buen sitio para conseguir un coche.

Pero el que parecía el mejor sitio, fue el más difícil. Esperé casi una hora. En ese tiempo, me hice amigo de los camioneros que estaban esperando. Me dieron coca-cola, comida y me ofrecieron sus camiones para dormir una siesta. Pero tenía que continuar si quería llegar a Belgrado antes de la noche.

Por fin, un tío que no hablaba ni una palabra de inglés, me llevó hasta que estaba a medio camino hacia Belgrado. Era también una gasolinera, y otra vez muy difícil. Hablé con un conductor de autobús, y esperé 30 minutos con él hasta que pudo empezar de nuevo el viaje.
Me iba a llevar hasta la frontera, pero paró cada vez que vio un camión para preguntarle si podían llevarme.

Antes de la frontera, estaba el final del peaje. Me bajé del camión, y él se aseguró que el chico del peaje le diría a todo el mundo que recogieran al chico español.

Esta vez tuve suerte, y tras 5 minutos, un chico italiano me cogió, e iba hacia Belgrado. Por fin, después de 5 coches, ninguno de más de 60 km, iba a llegar a la capital Serbia.
Pero aún estaba en Croacia. Tenía que pasar la frontera, y no tenía mi pasaporte. Esto puso nervioso al conductor, y yo tampoco las tenía todas conmigo, pero con mi DNI fue suficiente, y pisé suelo serbio por primera vez. Este el el país 28 en mi lista.

Tardé casi 8 horas en recorrer 400 km. Esperé mucho a veces, hacía muchísimo calor, el camino no fue bonito, no tenía comida... Pero tuve un día perfecto. Conocí gente maravillosa. Me dieron bebida, comida y postres. Uno de ellos incluso me obligó a llamr a casa para decirles que había llegado a Serbia.
Supongo que no fue el viaje perfecto, pero yo sentí que lo era, y eso hace todo más fácil.





Zagreb to Belgrade. How to hitch-hike.

It is not easy. First, Zagreb is a big town, so to get to the highway, the bus takes 40 minutes. Also, since the relationships are not really good between Serbia and Croatia, some people might not want you to cross the boarder in their car.

I took the bus 276 towards Dumovec, where I got off. It's just next to the motorway, but there's no good spots for hitch-hiking. The toll is 10 km away, and there's not petrol stations. Anyway, since I had gone that far away,  I had to try.

Fortunately the road is under construction works, so the traffic was slow, and a truck picked me up in the middle of the motorway just after 5 minutes waiting. He dropped me off in the toll, where it took me another 5 minutes to catch the next car. I went 40 km further, but it was a small town, without traffic, and once again, I was going to need to get a ride in the middle of the motorway. The traffic was fluent now, though.

But once again, I was lucky enough that a truck stopped after 2 minutes waiting. I went with those two guys until they found a big service station. A really good place to take a car.

However, the apparently easiest place, was the worst to get a ride. I waited for almost one hour. In that time, I made friends with some truck drivers who were resting, and they gave me some food, coca-cola and offered me their trucks to sleep a nap if I was tired. But I had to keep going if I wanted to get to Belgrade before night.

Finally, a guy who didn't speak any single word of English gave me a lift to the halfway to Belgrade.

It was also a petrol station, but again it was difficult. I spoke with a truck driver, and I waited with him for 30 minutes, until he was able to keep going.

He offered me a ride to the boarder, but he stopped anytime he saw a truck, and asked if anybody wanted to take me to Belgrade.

Before the boarder, it was the toll pay point. I left the truck, and he make sure the toll guy would tell all the cars to pick the nice Spanish guy up.

I was lucky this time, and 5 minutes after the truck left, this Italian guy, who was going to Belgrade, picked me up. Finally, after 5 rides of no more than 60 km each, I was going to get to Belgrade.

But I was still in Croatia. I had to cross the boarder, and I didn't have my passport. That made the driver feel nervous, and I wasn't really confident either. But my ID was enough, and I stepped on Serbian land for the first time. Serbia is the 28th country I've visited!



It took me nearly 8 hours to cover those 400 km. I waited for so long sometimes, it was too hot, the road wasn't nice, I didn't have any food. But I had a perfect day. I met such a wonderful people. They gave me food, drinks, desserts. One of them even forced me to call back home and tell them I had arrived to Serbia.

I guess it wasn't the perfect trip, but I felt it was, and that makes everything easier. 




sábado, 22 de marzo de 2014

Zagreb. What to see.

Zagreb is the capital of Croatia. It's a big city, with around a million inhabitants
To get into Croatia, since is member of the European Union, you just need to show your ID in the passport control, as long as you are European.
Their currency is the "Kuna".But they may let you pay in € in some places.

I was lucky enough to visit Zagreb by bike. So I could go everywhere without wasting time. Otherwise you can use buses and tramps.






In the tourist information they just gave me a map, with a couple of circuits I had to follow in order to see the most important places in town. I kind of followed them, but as I love getting lost without using maps, I just made my own way.

The cathedral is really nice, but when I visited it was under construction works.

St Marks Church.

In the lower town, next to the art pavilion, there's a really nice park, where you can sit and enjoy when the weather is nice.

Zagreb has many museums, but the most famous is probably the broken relationships museum. Where the people donate the objects which remind them their ex. It costs around 3€

As a basketball lover I am, the most interesting place in Zagreb was the Drazen Petrovic museum. For only two €, you can see a collection of trophies and objects owned by Drazen.
I also went to the Mirogoj Cementery. It's huge. There's a monument to the soldiers in the first and the second world war.
And it's also Petrovic's tomb.

One thing I loved about Zagreb, was that there're markets in every neighborhood. They sell fresh fruit, really cheap, and really good quality. This is the most popular. Dolac Market. Just next to the Cathedral.

jueves, 20 de marzo de 2014

Cruzando la frontera a pie.

La distancia entre Ljubljana y Zagreb es de sólo 143 km.

Tenía que estar en Zagreb después de las 5, pues las personas que me iban a alojar trabajaban toda la mañana. Así que no tenía ninguna prisa.

Había mirado los mapas, y había decidido ir hacia el este a esperar un coche que me llevara hacia Zagreb. Pero la chica del albergue me aconsejó que fuese hacia el norte. Confié en ella a pesar de no estar muy de acuerdo. Pero ella es la local y conoce mejor su ciudad que yo.

Caminé durante una hora, pues en Ljubljana si no pagas no puedes subirte al autobús. Cuando llegué a la rampa de acceso de la autovía, vino un señor a decirme lo que yo ya sabía. No era la salida hacia Zagreb. No quería caminar otras dos horas, así que decidí quedarme y esperar. Pero hasta que no dejé de mostrar el papel que indicaba que iba a Zagreb, los coches no empezaron a parar. Y ninguno iba hacia la capital croata.

Un tío me ofreció llevarme a la frontera croata por el norte. Eran 120 km más 80 desde la frontera a Zagreb. Muy largo. ¿Verdad?

Por supuesto, acepté. No iba a esperar toda la mañana esperando en la carretera. Prefería esperar dentro del coche. Me dejó al lado de la frontera, y caminé hacia las barreras. La policía me paró, me pidió el DNI y me hizo vaciar mi mochila.
No encontraron nada sospechoso, así que me hicieron empaquetar y me dejaron entrar a Croacia.

Esperé 20 minutos hasta que un bosnio que había vivido en Portugal me recogió. Me dio dinero, una botella de agua y unos caramelos. Fuimos juntos a Zagreb, y allí me dejó mientras él siguió su camino. Me vi en una gasolinera, a unos pocos km de Zagreb. Pero si quería llegar allí, era por la autovía, y no quería correr ese riesgo otra vez. Sobretodo después de que dos policías me pararan, para ver por dónde había cruzado la frontera, en qué coche y con quién. Me volvieron a revisar mi mochila, y me dejaron ir.

Después de casi una hora de espera, convencí a un hombre para que me llevara a la ciudad, y sólo tuve que caminar 5 minutos hasta la casa donde iba a pasar la noche.



Crossing the border on foot!



The distance from Ljubljana to Zagreb is only 143 km.

I had to be in Zagreb after 5PM, because my hosts were working during the morning. So I was not in a hurry at all.

I had checked the maps out, and I decided to go to the east part of town, in order to wait for a car to give me a lift, but the girl in the hostel advised me to go to the north. I trusted her, even though I thought the east way was better. But she was the local, she knows more about her city than I do.


I walked for an hour. Ljubljana is this kind of towns where you can't get into the buses without paying. And when I got to the ramp, and showed my paper with Zagreb written, an old man came to me to tell me what I already knew. This was not the exit to Zagreb. I didn't want to walk another two hours, so I decided to stay and just wait. It wasn't until I stopped showing I was going to the Croatian capital, when the cars began to stop. But of course, nobody was going to Zagreb.

Finally, a guy offered me to give me a lift to the Croatian border, but from the north. It was 120km, plus 80 to Zagreb from the border. Such a long way, right?

Of course, I accepted. I wasn't going to wait the whole morning standing in the road. I better waited sitting in a car. He finally dropped me off next to the border, and I walked to the barriers. The police men stopped me, asked for my ID, and made me unpack my bag.

They didn't find anything suspicious, so they left my packing again, and let me cross to Croatia.

I waited for 20 minutes, until a Bosnian guy who had lived in Portugal picked me up. He gave me some money, a bottle of water and some candies. We went together to Zagreb, but he kept driving and I found myself in a petrol station, with the city of Zagreb just a few kilometers away. But if I wanted to get there, I had to go next to the motorway, and I didn't want to take the risk. Specially when two police men stopped me to ask me where I had crossed the boarder, in which car and who was the driver. They checked my bag again, and let me go.



After waiting for almost an hour, I persuaded a man to driving me into town, and I only had to walk 5 minutes to my hosts' door!

miércoles, 19 de marzo de 2014

Ljubljana.

Ljubljana is one of the smallest capital city en Europe, with not even 300.000 inhabitants. It has the biggest university in Slovenia however, so it's a lively town. However, since I spent Sunday and Monday in Ljubljana, I couldn't enjoy the night life.

The city centre is SO small. You can walk everywhere in less than 15 minutes. But it's quite nice, and there's many bars where you can sit and relax by the river. Everyday there's a fruit market, which is really cheap and the fruit is very good.
You can enjoy a really nice view from the castle. You can get there by funicular or walking. I recommend the second one. It's not far away. If you want, you can visit the museum inside the castle and go to the tower and the walls. It costs 6 euros. Three if you're student. I don't know if it's worth it. I didn't visit it.

There's a free tour three days a week. They'll do it every week during the summer.

I stayed at Hostel24. The location was just perfect, it was really clean, safe and the staff were very friendly. The only problem is that I was almost alone there, probably because of the days I went. 




lunes, 17 de marzo de 2014

Lago Bled.

Vi una foto de este lago hace unos años, y desde el primer momento ha estado en mi lista de cosas que hacer antes de morir. Hoy lo puedo tachar.

A sólo 40 km de Ljubljana, puedes llegar allí en tren, bus o conduciendo. Yo he ido en autostop. My albergue estaba bastante lejos de la autopista, y como no quería pagar el autobús, he tenido que caminar 70 minutos. Por suerte, una vez llegué al cruce un coche paró. El conductor era un esloveno, ultra del Estrella Roja de Belgrado que había vivido unos años en España, y se puso muy contento de poder hablar español.

Bled es un lago y un pueblo, y están pegados. Lo primero que hice fue subir al castillo, y allí me dijeron que contaba 9€. Quería disfrutar de la vista del lago desde arriba, pero se salía de mi presupuesto, así que me puse a buscar otro lugar donde observar. Rodeé el castillo, escalé una roca, y ahí estaba viendo una de las mejores vistas que he visto nunca. Me senté durante 30 minutos observando el lago y las montañas.

Ya había visto el lago desde arriba, así que sólo me faltaba rodearlo. Son sólo 6 km, pero tardé dos horas pues iba parándome cada 5 minutos a admirar las vistas desde un ángulo distinto.

También se puede visitar la isla del centro. Puedes ir en barco, o alquilar tu propia barca. Ambas opciones cuestan 12€.

En mi viaje de vuelta a Ljubljana, me vine en una autocaravana con dos italianas que me dejaron en el centro de la ciudad. Ha sido mi primera vez en autocaravana, y espero que no la última!




Bled lake.

I saw a picture of this lake many years ago, and since the very first moment it has been in my "to do list". Today I can cross it out.

Only 40 km away from Ljubljana, you can get there by bus, by train or driving. I've gone hitch-hiking. My hostel was far away from the motorway, and I didn't want to pay the bus, so I walked... 70 minutes! Fortunately, once I got to the junction, a car picked me up. The driver was a Slovenian guy, Red Star Belgrade´s hooligan, who had lived in Spain a few years. He was so happy he could speak Spanish again.

Bled is a town and a lake, and both are together. First I did was go up to the castle, and I found out the entrance fee was 9 €. I wanted to enjoy the view, but 9 € was too much for my budget. I had to look for a different viewpoint. And I found it. I rounded the castle, and I climbed a rock to enjoy one of the nicest views I've ever seen. I sat for 30 minutes, just staring at the lake and the mountains.

I had already seen the lake from above, so I just had to round it all. It's only 6 km, but it took me 2 hours, since I was stopping every 5 minutes to enjoy the view from a different angle.

You can get to the island in the middle of the lake, either by boat, or renting your own canoe. Both cost 12€.

On my way back to Ljubljana, a van with two Italian girls stopped, and they gave me a lift to the very centre of Ljubljana. It was actually the first time I saw a van, and hopefully not the last one. 






domingo, 16 de marzo de 2014

Intentando hacer autostop. 500 euros de multa!

Me levanté esta mañana en Viena, con una idea de dónde quería terminar hoy. Caminé hasta la autovía, y tras sólo 30 segundos esperando, un coche paró y me ofreció llevarme 30 km en la dirección que tenía planeado ir. Por supuesto, acepté.

El siguiente coche me costó alrededor de 10 minutos de espera, y sólo me llevó 10 km más lejos. Y no era un buen sitio para que me recogieran. Después de 20 minutos esperando, decidí caminar a una estación de servicio que estaba 2 km más adelante. El único problema, es que tenía que caminar por la autovía.



Cuando llegué a la estación de servicio, un coche que estaba aparcado me llamó. Después de 20 minutos caminando con el viento más fuerte que había visto en mi vida, caminé hacia el coche con la mayor sonrisa posible porque creía que iban a llevarme un poco más adelante. Pero era una pareja de policías enfadados, dispuestos a ponerme una multa por cmainar por la autovía. 
Me pidieron mi DNI, y me dijeron que la multa eran 500€, mucho más de lo que me puedo permitir. Después de varios minutos hablando y rogándoles que no me pusieran la multa, decidieron dejarme ir. 

La estación de servicio no era muy grande, así que no pasaban muchos coches, y esos que lo hacían no eran tan amables como para parar. Esperé 30 minutos, habían pasado ya las 3 de la tarde, así que empecé a pensar que la meta que me había propuesto iba a estar muy difícil. Había viajado 50 km en unas 3 horas, y todavía tenía 300 km para llegar. 
Pero pregunté a un chico que si iba hacia Graz, no muy lejos y de camino a Ljubljana. Iba hacia Italia, así que me trajo hasta el centro de la capital eslovaca. No podía creer que había llegado. 

La ciudad es bastante pequeña, pero parece bonita y acogedora. 

Nunca había estado en Eslovenia antes, así que es el país 27 en mi lista!


Trying to hitch hike! 500 euros ticket!

I woke up this morning in Vienna, with an idea of where I wanted to get today. So I walked to the motorway, and just after 30 seconds waiting a car stopped and offered a ride to 30 km away in the direction I was planning to go. Of course, I accepted.

The next car took me like 10 minutes, and it only went 10 km further. And it wasn't a nice place to get picked up. After 20 minutes waiting, I gave up and decided to walk to a petrol station which was 2 km away. The only problem is that I walked throughout the motorway.

When I arrived to the petrol station, a car parked and they called me. After 20 minutes walking with the strongest wind I had ever seen before, I walked to them with the biggest smile ever because I thought they were going to give me a lift. But they were a couple of angry police officers, willing to give me a ticket for walking by the motorway. 
They asked for my ID, and told me that the ticket was 500 euros. Much more than I could afford. After a few minutes talking, and begging for not getting the ticket, they decided to let me go. 

The petrol station wasn't really big, so not many cars came by, and those which did, weren't kind enough to stop. I waited for 30 minutes, it was after 3PM, so I started to think that the goal I had set this morning was going to be quite difficult. I had travelled 50 km in like 3 hours, and I still had more than 300 km to go. 
But then I asked a guy to get to Graz, not far away and on the way to Ljubljana, but he was going to Italy, so he gave me a lift to the very center of Ljubljana. I couldn't believe I had arrived.

 The city is quite small, but it looks really nice and cozy. 

I had never been to Slovenia before, so it's the 27th country in my list!