At the start of the civil war, I was obliviously bicycling from Milan to Trieste to Ljubljana to Zagreb and was planning on going South to Greece. I was in Ljub

At the start of the civil war, I was obliviously bicycling from Milan to Trieste to Ljubljana to Zagreb and was planning on going South to Greece. I was in Ljubljana when Slovenia broke off and could tell something was afoot. I bicycled to Zagreb (best single day ever) and I could tell, obvious even to me, that something was definitely was going on, if not exactly there then somewhere near. I then bicycled to the Hungarian border as fast as I could peddle. I paid something like $50 at the border for not having a visa, $50 well spent.