The first chat was always going to be about Origin
Trip Start Jun 24, 2011
21Trip End Jul 14, 2011
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Thankfully last night was a simple evening walk around Istanbul, capped off with a quick beer and goodbye to the Bahaus crew so this morning was not another nightmare of exhaustion. The trip back to the airport was once again a simple metro journey (assisted by some friendly Turks) and allowed me plenty of time to nap on the travelator handrail (only proving dangerous once) waiting for a slightly delayed flight out of Turkey.
Landing in Bosnia and Herzegovina (henceforth referred to as BiH to save time) was quick and easy and after some currency exchange I was bustled into a taxi and sent off in the direction of the hostel. Reading about the damage Sarajevo suffered in recent history, one cannot comprehend the experiences of 'normal' life until you witness the bullet-riddled buildings and the remaining sites of destruction; the white stone graves seen in my photos are an all too common site and I am sure musings on this topic will not be wanting before the rest of my trip reaches an end
After winning the game of 'spotto' with the taxi driver (he cruised right past the hostel and proceeded to get lost, allowing me a bit more of a sightseeing journey to get my bearings) I settled in comfortably and absorbed the true European atmosphere I had never before experienced. As is my want wherever I go, I departed the hostel map-less and gathered a good understanding of the Old Town and the spectacular views Sarajevo has to offer. The sunset descending over the city was delightful, the coffee I consumed abhorrently strong, and the pizza with the lot aptly titled and contender for "greatest pizza ever eaten" thanks to some incredible spiced meat and a dollop of delectable cheese (or as I would later work out, butter). The night scape also proved enchanting and the treat of encountering a little hedgehog as I wandered home was very cool.
I must admit my expectations of the exclusive and exotic nature of BiH were blasted away when the second person I talked to turned out to be a Victorian, but a (reasonably) early night spent playing "Go Fish" between Aussies and Lithuanians was still very enjoyable and many perceptive gems of advice have already been collected.
Tomorrow promises the collection of the car (brilliantly chaotic) and a visit to the highland villages surrounding Sarajevo. Whilst my car probably won't be as cool as the little beasts I snapped today, things bode well for a few laughs and a swipe or two at danger. If only I could remember if it was right or left...