(Read this article on RoadJunky, at http://www.roadjunky.com/article/1804/sleazy-american-businessmen-in-zagreb) At 3 a.m, the topless hooker and the cocaine freak snuck off to a bedroom, leaving me alone with the old, Israeli bazillionaire and a box of hazelnut chocolates. I had an important choice to make. It was my first night in Zagreb and I was staying at a hostel down the road from the Dolac Market. After a long travel day I was in the mood for a drink, so I ordered an Ozujsko at one of the terraces along Tkalciceva Ulica and watched the people go by. Halfway through my beer, I noticed two American men standing outside the terrace, debating whether or not to come in for a drink. As soon as I heard them speak, I shouted out “English!” Not hearing my language for two
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