Mark Twain

Mark Twain

Monday, January 20, 2014

In Sarajevo, Trying to Dry Out

I left Mostar on a 7:05 AM train to Sarajevo, which arrived Sarajevo about 9:30 AM.  Before leaving, Emir made me Bosnian coffee again.  Because it was raining again, he called a taxi to take me to the station.

Bosnian coffee
Mostar station this morning, waiting


There was some spectacular scenery - deep gorges, snow capped mountains and such.  Unfortunately the train windows were covered with dirt and graffiti so I don't think I could have really gotten any decent pictures.

After I arrived, I found a taxi to take me from the train station to my apartment.  I have a one bedroom apartment all to myself - not bad for about $35/night.  For the taxi, my host Emir (another Emir, same first name as my host in Mostar) suggested that I use the Crveni taxi company because they are generally honest, and insist that they turn on the meter.  The driver didn't have to be reminded.

Arrival in Sarajevo

Sarajevo station

The first order of business was to begin drying out my soaking wet shoes (I am now wearing my Keen sandals) and to do my laundry.  Emir pointed me to a laundromat in the neighborhood, where I went, and I was able to do a load of washing for 4KM (about 2 euros).  After getting back to the apartment I put the clothes on radiators to dry  and went out exploring the city and getting some lunch.

In my neighborhood looking down towards the city center

Walking along Marshall Tito 

One of the famous trams

Freshly squeezed pomegranate juice

Playing giant chess

Serbian Orthodox Cathedral

Gazi Hursrev-Beg Mosque

Cemetery outside mosque



Old market area

Feeding the sky rats

Lunch - burek

Old market area

Old market

Marshall Tito

Those lamps just like they sell to tourists in Sultanahmet, Istanbul

Having coffee


The eternal flame, memorial to the World War II dead in Sarajevo


I have discovered, in researching how to get to Belgrade, that there is no longer a train service between Sarajevo and Belgrade.  I could take a train to Zagreb, wait 15 hours, then get another train to Belgrade.  Nah, I'll just take a bus.  This useless web site is, unfortunately, the web site that is used to look up international bus timetables in Bosnia.  Why are there so many broken web sites in the Balkans?  Doing some research, it seems that to get a bus to Belgrade I will need to get myself to not to the main bus station, but a bus station in Lukavica, a suburb of Sarajevo that is in the Republika Srpska entity.  I can take a city bus or taxi there, apparently.

I figured out that I miscalculated how long it will take me to get to Istanbul and I could, if I wanted to, have an extra day here in Sarajevo (or an extra day in Belgrade, or Sofia, or Edirne).  I'll sleep on it.  Sarajevo is very nice.  I may spend an extra day here.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Dubrovnik to Mostar

Yesterday I got to Dubrovnik in time to take a look at the old city and take a good walk around there. Maybe it's because it's not high tourist season there, but there didn't seem to be a lot of life in the old city.  Split seemed a lot busier, more like a city where people live.  I may have the wrong impression but the old part of Dubrovnik seems more like a museum than a city.

Lots of citrus orange and lemon trees.

A sculpture in the old city that shows the waves in the sea.

Dubrovnik old city

Old city

Dogs playing in the old city

Old city

Old city

Inside the above church

View from the bus station in Dubrovnik this morning, while  waiting to board the bus to Mostar.


Yesterday was a little rainy in Dubrovnik but mostly, it was windy.  I could hear the wind howling all night.

I had to get an early start this morning to get the bus to Mostar.  It's only a little three hours but we had to go through three border checkpoints.  Heading up the coast from Dubrovnik, we went through a small area of Bosnia and Herzegovina, where there is a town called Neum and is Bosnia's only outlet to the sea.  After Neum we went back into Croatia, then not long after we headed inland we entered Bosnia again.  Actually, we went through the first two checkpoints on the bus from Split to Dubrovnik yesterday.  That part of Bosnia seems almost the same as Croatia, with lots of hotels and vacation houses along the coast.  Heading into the inland part of Bosnia, it seems very different than Croatia.  It's obviously less prosperous and there are buildings with bullet holes in them from the war.  In Bosnia, the first town that the bus stopped was Čapljina.  Even though it is in Bosnia, it is easy to tell that there is a lot of Croatian nationalist sentiment.  There is even a bridge named after former Croatian President Franjo Tudjman (Dubrovnik also has a bridge named for Tudjman, but Dubrovnik is in Croatia).  Heading further towards Mostar there are more and more minarets.

On arriving in Mostar I went to an ATM and got some Bosnian money and found a taxi, as opposed to walking, because it had started to rain.  The taxi driver first tried to take me to his friend's hotel, and then was unable to find the address that I gave him.  So he dumped me near the old bridge.  At the station, before getting the taxi, I had gone to the cafe there and gotten coffee, with the ulterior motive of getting their free WiFi so that I could get my iPhone to cache a map of Mostar.  Using the cached map and GPS (a useful trick to know when you don't have cellular data service) I was able to lug my things through the rain until I was on the right street.  Then people who live in the neighborhood were able to help me find the place when I told them who I was staying with.

My host, Emir, showed me to my room and then invited me downstairs to his family room, where he served me Bosnian coffee.  It was delicious.  Emir and his family have been very welcoming, and they let me sit in their family room, where WiFi reception is better, to use my computer.  Emir also told me about some places to eat and to sample the local wine which he says is very good.

Although it was still raining steadily, I wanted to go out and have a look and find some lunch.  I did a lot of walking around.  I don't know if it's just because it is Sunday, but outside of the touristy area around the old bridge almost nothing seemed to be open.  I eventually found a place near the old bridge and had some Ćevapi for lunch.  By this time I was soaking wet.  I have no clean clothes left but I know that anything I wash today will still be wet tomorrow, because it is still pouring with rain and will be until at least tomorrow (there is no dryer here).  I am looking forward to washing clothes when I get to Sarajevo tomorrow.


Rainy Mostar


Near the old bridge

Near the old bridge

The old town

Still lots of obvious signs of the war

Grim indeed


I hope they save this building

Lunch - Cevapi

The old bridge


The old bridge






Saturday, January 18, 2014

Headed For Dubrovnik

I'm on the bus (WiFi equipped) headed down the coast to Dubrovnik.  There is great scenery out of the right hand side windows of the bus (the side facing the Adriatic) but the windows are too dirty to take decent pictures. To the left are the mountains, the tops disappearing into the clouds.

Here are some more pictures of Split.

Part of Diocletian's Palace




Prunes in the market.  They seem to be popular here.



A whole skinned lamb (with eyes still in).


Friday, January 17, 2014

Zagreb to Split

I got a 6:30 train this morning from Zagreb to Split, arriving in Split on time at 12:45.  It was a long ride, much of it on a single track line, all of it in a two car diesel train which wasn't very different from the commuter trains that Chiltern Railways runs out of London Marylebone station to Seer Green.

The trip went through some interesting areas.  I started noticing a lot of houses that looked abandoned, often without windows, doors, or roofs.  The train was going pretty slowly and I could see markers by the side of the track that I later figured out were markers for minefields.  We stopped at a place called Knin in the middle of all that.  It looked like some place where something bad might have happened, and indeed it did.  After Knin, the train stopped at another station where I could see that the Cyrillic version of the station name had been removed.

Area around Knin, seen from the train

A station with the sign changed
Approaching Split, first view of the Adriatic.


Split is beautiful, and it looks like it could be part of Italy.   It must be really nice here in the summer.  I am staying in a studio apartment inside the walls of Diocletian's Palace.

View from  my studio apartment.


Walking along the harbor

On the Promenade


In the old city

In the old city

Looking over the harbor


I'm heading to Dubrovnik tomorrow.