I arrived in Pula at 1:15 in the morning dead tired and with boots caked in mud from Plitvice, a place and time that already seemed like a distant memory. I met a Croatian soldier on the bus who knew a little English. He was heading to the base in the same town I planned on camping in, so we walked briskly through the empty city streets towards our destination some 4 miles away. However, when I came upon the Pula Amphitheatre, I didn't care how tired I was - I needed to photograph it! I said goodbye to the soldier and got out my camera. I even turned away a much-needed taxi just to capture some good night shots of this magnificent sight.