Hotel Saraj Sarajevo

... at our hostel 4 hours after we had left and totally soaked. <br><br>After drying off we met up with some of the Australians and Kiwis who had also been in Mostar with us and started partying with them and another American and Dane. Since it was rainïng so hard out we decided to go to the bar called Cheers right next to the hostel.<br><br>Inside Brandon and I met two Bosnian Mulsim¨girls who were out celebrating because they had just ...

... and some Bosnian change and was on my way. <br><br>I just chose the first trolleybus that came along and hoped it was like other Eastern European cities where these suburban lines don't branch off. I couldn't get the machine to validate the piece of paper. Normally you just stick it in and a computer prints the time and date. Not in this retro piece of ****. A lady got up and showed me you have to actually slam the machine shut so a piece of ...

Up at 9am after a ridiculous amount of sleep, we headed to the Tourist Office's restaurant for a free breakfast. We then waited outside the office where the 11am tour was picking us up. There was an American guy going absolutely nuts at the staff, shouting all kind of profanities and abuse at them. I'd seen him at breakfast and he seemed fine. He tore out the office giving a great big yell and walked away. Highly curious, I was tempted to ask the lady in the office what it was about when ...

... 8211; Muslim, orthodox, catholic, Jewish, stand almost next to each other (but the city is 95% muslin now; before the war it was 55%). The old section of the city is fascinating: it&#8217;s a Middle East city transplanted into Europe: narrow, winding alleys with Turkish style buildings, calls of prayers in the air, broadcasted from the minarets of numerous masques. <br><br>On my first day there, my CS host took me to the historical sites: the spot ...

... people to pray during the day. In Sarajevo, we could see and hear the men singing from the minaret (not over a loud speaker) since there were "local" mosques everywhere in town, at one point Layton counted 16 that he could see from one location, which we had never seen before...pretty unique and traditional way to call people to prayer. After dinner, we headed to the Sarajevo Brewery to have a few beers which ended a great day in this wonderful city. Our second day we did get ...

... to defend from. We also went into the Olympic stadium and walked around. Then onto the old parliament house and new parliament house which was still being built but looked much more impressive and less bullet ridden than the old one, but not as bullet ridden as sniper alley where we went next. it was basically where the people of Sarajevo could come to collect UN aid and the surrounding hills full of snipers picking them off. We then went back into the old ...

... in the roads in conjunction with death-defying driving near cliff edges, blasting Bosnian pop and the aromatic picnics of fellow passengers. When we arrived in Sarajevo I was stunned to see the damage of the war was still visible. There were shells still embedded in the footpaths and roads, bullet marks and bazooka holes in the concrete walls of apartment buildings and buildings so badly damaged they were never rebuilt...all right in the ...

(S) I fell in love with Sarajevo nearly immediately. Only a little over a decade ago, this city was under attack by the Serbian army, who bombed most of the city, and now it is elegant, welcoming, and beautiful. We spent the entire day wandering the streets, having beers on the main square, and emailing friends. I will be back. This is also the ...

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... Durante todo el viaje hemos usado "Eurolines" para nuestros viajes internacionales en bus, pero aqui nos esta fallando. Solo habia un autobus de madrugada asi que tuvimos que coger la otra opcion: tomar el trolebus y cruzar la ciudad hasta la otra estacion de autobuses. Desde alli cogeriamos el nocturno a Belgrado usando otra compania. El viaje fue tan placentero como se esperaba...pero el cruce de fronteras fue pan comodo!