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WHERE EAST MEETS WEST
... me 20 Bosnian marks] which was dumb: local currency in one's pocket is a feeling of relief, the completion of the transition between countries. Arjan would be my day's banker.
Just snacks as dinner hour was looming. Had a nice ice cream. Some tried a local pastry but the Local Losers aka Gavin, John, Bozo Ben and Justine all went to McDonald's. You know you are traveling with tourists when that happens.
Zsolt took us to the City Pub. Only one of the Local ...
History in Sarajevo
... through some gorgeous scenery of huge mountains with a wide green blue river flowing through the valleys.
After much photo taking and staring out the window, as well as a bit of blogging, I arrived at Sarajevo station at about 10.30. From here I went to the bus station to find out about the next leg of my journey, and then continued on to a hostel that would hopefully have availability for ...
A Day in Sarajevo Bosnia
... we heard much. It sounded terrible of course. We saw a place in front of the Catholic cathedral where 30 children were killed. The deaths are marked by red blotches on the pavement that they call "roses." We also saw the corner where Gavril Princip killed the archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife Sophia to start WWI.
As we walked through the copper market, I thought - yes, I have to come back here. There was also a scarf market and I saw ...
Caffienation & elevation
... of chips. Following the winding single-lane road below the park, with barely room for me and passing cars, I can see myself sailing off the edge into space at any second or riding the hood of a truck into town (Balkan Vacation Comes to Tragic End for Seattle Man), but in the end the descent is anticlimactic and once again down on the bank of the Miljacka, I find an almost empty cafe with a deck perched over the river and it's a perfect spot ...
Sarajevo in the thick of it all
... A small white sheet had been placed over his face and torso, but his large, wrinkled hands were clearly visible and were suggestive of an elderly body beneath its shroud. A solitary policeman stood idly by, and pedestrians walked calmly, close to this very public cadavre. The public vision of a dead man on the street was shocking to us – why was he not being moved? Where were the paramedics from the empty ambulance? Why was almost no-one even recognising the ...