Travel Blogs from Medjugorje
... the snail pastry stuff that the guide recommended but the owner talked us into a plate of authentic Bosnian slops. Was OK, needed salt, could only find pepper.
Oh how I loved Mostar! I think mainly because I had no expectations and had no idea about Bosnia. Before I left Australia, I had never thought about countries like Bosnia, Romania, Slovenia and Albania and now I am so interested in what they have to offer. They sounded like very foreign countries and I think that's why I loved it so much as there were no expectations for what it was to be like. When we arrived at the bus station, which I might add was in ...
... from a shop and a couple of restaurants there wasn't much around the street the bus stopped at. Turns out I can't read signposts! After walking along the road for about 20 minutes there was no sign of a town, but there was a dirt track which looked like it lead up to the fort which is situated on the top of the cliff we were looking at earlier. Quick change of plan and we headed off-road. The more we walked the further the fort appeared to be, as you can see ...
"But after I must deliver my gift, then find a place to park and sleep."
"You don't have a hotel?"
"Not this time."
"Me neither - I need to find a bush I can fit my sleeping bag under."
He gives me a look. Bells are ringing. "But first you can come with me. You can meet them if you wish, in their castle."
"See, the church."
I raise my head.
After meeting up with some old Austrian friends, we joined the group of Slovaks and duo of Australians in Vienna. The twelve hour bus ride took us through four countries, Austria, Slovenia, Croatia, and finally our destination, Bosnia. There is something about Medjugorje that has brought me, as well as many others, back. This is my second visit. I traveled to the region seven years prior with a group from my parish in North Vancouver. ...