Next door to the hostel.
I'm not too good at this finding stuff lark.
And then eventually the minivan turned up at more like 10 (how I would have liked the extra hour's sleep) and Serg just said "It's the morning after Friday night - welcome to Serbia!" So I just threw everything in the boot and we got going. That said, I got told off for the heinous crime of opening my window after all of 2 minutes. Why that was so bad is beyond me.
It took about 10 minutes for the coughing fits to start. I'd left my water bottle in the boot. So after a rest stop and getting my water bottle out, they weren't quite so bad. The Serbs still looked at me funny for coughing though.
And then the second rest stop. My food, found with such effort in Belgrade, was also in the boot. So I annoyed the driver by asking him to open it again. I really can be a bit of an idiot abroad sometimes. I blame the 4 hours sleep.
|This photo doesn't nearly do Bosnia justice.|
|Maybe I should just get a better camera.|
The hostel was deserted and I got a 4-bed dorm to myself. Bit anti-social but the owner was a bit of a legend. And it meant that I could bring back excessive amounts of dirt cheap takeaway pizza without anyone caring, as I did that night. £1.50 for a pizza and Dominoes could learn something.
The Old Town's nice in the evening too. Went for a bit of a wander, then saw the sun setting and went for some sort of jog-run-crazy Welshman affair so I could get some photos. Because that's just how I am. Though using the cash machine was interesting, as the French woman in front seemed unable to use the thing and I was too British to say anything, but the Bosnians behind me weren't so polite and told her to hurry up and applauded her when she finally left. I found it amusing.
|Power lines above ground getting in my photos. Yes, it's that part of the world.|
The next morning I destroyed a huge omelette (250g of it - why do Europeans insist on putting the weight of the food on the menu?) and had some "Bosnian coffee" - a jug of espresso and a jug of hot water, and you just get a few shots of it. My kind of coffee, and I like coffee. Made up for not having any coffee the day before, which I'm blaming for the coughing fits. I need coffee.
|Yes, I take photos of my coffee too. Stop judging me.|
Well, apart from the one who just went off on one in the local language, whatever they call it. Bosnian? Serbo-Croat? Whichever one takes your fancy.
|This standard photo of the Latin Bridge should keep you distracted from my ramblings for a bit.|
|1.6m high, so it's safe to say I banged my head a few times.|
And there was a gold mosque.
Why I find these things is beyond me. But I have to be the tourist and take photos.
Back in Sarajevo and filled up with what they called a "Bosnian sandwich" (yeah I have no idea either) I went to find a good view over the city. First of all I wandered up to what I thought was the Fort, because apparently that has good views.
|Yeah, not bad|
|We've been here before. There's always time for a rubbish selfie.|
|I enjoyed it. But not the stares off passing drivers for taking a photo of this.|