Last year when honeybunny and I were going to Split, we got caught in a worst snowstorm that year.
This year, when honeybunny and I were coming BACK from Split, we got caught in a worst snowstorm this year.
It was horrible. On the coast, the wind was blowing about 100 km/h, with max. speed up to 215 km/h (on a bridge, which was closed). On the radio we heard of the devastations the wind has caused – ripped rooftops of buildings all over the country, and even a whole side of a hospital building was carried off by the wind.
We left early, because we heard the weather forecast, which said of more horrible weather on the way, and we wanted to reach Zagreb before dark. Fat chance.
Just when the sun went down, which meant we had about an hour of light, and we could make it to Zagreb ok, we found ourselves on a top of an 884-meter high mountain. On the very peak, we stopped. There were cars in front of us, cars behind us, snow all around us, and falling hard. A regular blizzard.
So we waited, about a fifteen-minute drive from the highway, which we knew was cleared, we waited. And waited. And waited. And waited.
Post je objavljen 15.11.2004. u 11:59 sati.