Exclusive Bed And Breakfast - Mostar

... a Turkish influence on a town outside of Turkey. The “Old Town” area was full of Turkish-style stores, souvenir stands, and restaurants. The Old Town was also neat because the entire area is covered in river-washed stones. We don’t know how girls in heels manage since stones are cemented into the ground over every inch.

While we were in Mostar, we mainly wandered around the Old Town, walked over the bridges, visited a cemetery where every grave ...

... of u and me. The driver waived his finger at me, curiously like the French do and said no. I pointed to the cardboard Zadar sign and he said no again and shooed me away.

A Croatian woman asked this old man if it was indeed the bus and evidently he told her he didn't know what time he was leaving or where he was going. She told me we weren't going to waste any time with this idiot and that we could split a taxi with others. Dividing the fare by four ...

... n from Most*r to Nevesinje. Under the mis*pprehension th*t Nevesinje w*s the n*me of Belgr*de'sb*s st*tion or something, I w*s incredibly perplexed th*t 3.50 e*r co*ld cover * 10-ho*r cross-border ride. Inste*d, Nevesinje w*s the town where we switched from v*n to b*s, the cond*ctor of which soon set me str*ight with * we*ry frown. I'm j*st gl*d th*t Bosni*ns *ccept E*ros, not h*ving bothered hitting *n ATM in ...

... ever was stuck back there would work itself out

Since I still had one good eye I figured I'd go for walk around and see the rest of town.

Couple hours later things got worse, the eye was constantly watering, was way more painful and to cap it off the cheek around my eye had started twitching...

Went back to the hostel to try washing it out. The lady who ran the place saw my eye and insited on taking me to the hospital.

At the hospital I did my best to explain ...

... Jesus. Once again, pictures will do it justice. By the time we left here, it was 10 or 1030PM, time was irrelevant. We were now on our way to Blagaj, a small town famous for its 15th century Muslim monastery. I was expecting a lot, I was shocked. High expectations going to a place, and then getting completely blown away by the sheer unimaginable beauty of it all is a great feeling. Its a monastery built under/inside a cave, and has stood since the 15th century. They tried to ...

... The city is still really torn up, especially on the Croatia side. There are bullet holes in the walls and streets, bombed out buildings, and broken glass everywhere. We climbed around in a bank turned sniper's nest and it was one of the creepiest places I've ever felt.

Most men in this area who are between 30 - 40 had to flee the area during the war, so there is a lot of them who speak German, English, or anything else from where they were. From this, there ...

... him that's too bad since I know all the words to '(What's so Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love, and Understanding'. He's not impressed. I tell him I'm also from Elvis Presley's home state. He asks what state that is. I tell him Mississippi. He's still not impressed. "But now I live in California." Now he's impressed. "Oh, California is very nice state. Mostar is like California, always sunny. We have famous song, 'Mostar, California'." It ...

... next to each other. We stopped by for a lunch in a small town on the way. I think we ate enough of food for two days, having a pretty smart conversation with the Frenchies. They are really sweet guys. Both of them have finished studies just recently, one of them is working and living in Budapest, another one in France. They speak English really well and in fact they don`t really make typical French guys. We arrived to Mostar around 3pm and straight away we were hit by the view of ...

... of its crumbly, orange, stone villages with red roofs, because I was on a big highway. The most interesting thing I saw was a guy who had a gas pump near the highway. This forty-year-old had a wimpy torso in a checkered shirt that flapped in the wind, his hands on his hips, a brown moustache with its points flapping in the wind, a wavy wave that parted his receding hairline and flapped in the wind, jeans, and socks in black, leather sandals that fit around his feet ...

... window almost straight up to see snow capped mountains all around. The river, which was more of a stream again, was now running in the opposite direction towards Mostar so I guessed that we had stopped climbing and were now heading down. Passing through towns such as Konjic and Jablanica, I saw a series of dams that had turned a fast flowing mountain river into a series of lakes. This has created a number of lovely lakeside ...