This was May 2, 2005

I shipped my bike under the plane from San Francisco, CA all the way to Zagreb via Philly and Frankfurt. 

Everything made it alright, they must have wondered what this crackhead was doing building a bike on the curb of the airport, but it all worked out great.  Maybe twenty minutes later I was on the road and off to the capital.  It was about a twelve mile ride and I must have asked 20 people how to get to the city-center.  Without a reservation for the night, it was not a problem, I located a hostel rather quickly.