Arriving in Sarajevo after the very unpleasant bus ride, we passed stores selling yarn unironically on the way to our accommodation. I was so tried I barely functioned.
After a brief nap, we joined the free walking tour. The ink on this city’s history has barely dried. I couldn’t take any photos because all the sights were grizzly. Yes I want to take a photo of where Archduke Francis was assassinated and all the Sarajevo roses along the streets noting where someone had been killed. I’m glad we went, but it was hard. Ok, the guide explained lunar time which was the first time it made sense to me.
Surrounded by mountains, city itself is lovely. It is a Disney scene of small town Europe with small, windy streets filled with shops and cafes.
In the afternoon, we rode the cable car up to the bobsled track from the 1984 Olympics. The tracks are modern day ruins. We walked the graffiti-covered track and I felt sadness for what the city endured during the 4 year Serbian siege.
Back in the city, I was drawn the the yellow fortress but also walked by one of many cemeteries filled with people from this war.
For dinner we had plates of meat and I finished with glasses of rakija.
Mostar
We took a train to Mostar and again joined the city free walking tour. More war history and a stroll through old town ending at the old bridge which I think is the most photographed location in the city.
We met a driver who then drove us to Montenegro.
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