What we thought would be a fairly straight forward bus trip really eventuated into something else. We had three extra stop overs to change buses, we had to cross international borders three times, I had to sit next to one of the biggest jerks I have ever encountered (who so graciously ‘let’ me sit next to him in the last seat available on the bus, even though his bag needed that seat desperately) and our driver kept bottoming out the bus while speeding down hill in order to make up time. After what felt like an eternity, we finally arrived in Mostar!
Mostar is famous for the Stari Most. Locals have been diving, jumping and even doing horsies off this 23m high bridge for hundreds of years. We missed out by a week on witnessing the annual diving competition with participants from all over the world.
We went for a day tour around the Mostar region with a rather eccentric fellow called Miran, which mostly consisted of eating, sight seeing and keeping cool in the heat.
Despite the raving review one of our tour guides gave DJ Flower, we were a tad skeptical.
After a couple of nights in Mostar, we headed to Sarajevo.
Sarajevo was a really intriguing and beautiful city. Admittedly, I didn’t know much in the way of their history beyond the years of war they suffered from in the 90s. So we went on a free walking tour with Neno, a young man about the same age as us who grew up in the city during the turmoil. He is a very humble person who taught us about the city’s entire history (everything from the Ottoman Empire, The Austrians and Franz Ferdinand to Tito and the end of Yugoslavia) and his experience during the war which was a very hopeful story.
Aside from the walking tour, we just did a lot of wandering around ourselves.
Sarajevo is run by dogs. While it seemed cute to us, it can actually be a bit scary for the locals, particularly in Winter when there is less food about for the dogs.
Cevapi and Burek were eaten (and a cheeky falafel fix).
Thats it for Bosnia Herzegovina. Croatia bound for the third time!