But with the good always comes the bad - my camera is broken! I am not sure exactly how it happened - maybe it got wet or something on the boat? So I am travelling through this unbelievably beautiful part of the world and not able to capture any of it... Yeah, really frustrating. As my vocabulary is pretty limited, and my posts are mainly made up of photos, this one may be a little lacking. You will just have to use your imagination. (Luckily I was able to steal some photos from Sophia :D)
The bus from Split to Mostar was amazing. We wound around huge, forest covered mountains surround deep blue lakes. Driving into Mostar itself was quite chilling; it was one of the worst affected cities during the conflict of the early 90's. I was expecting to see warn-torn, crumbling buildings. While of course those can be found here (but not many, the most of the town has been rebuilt), what surprised me were the huge graveyards packed with tomb-stones. I am not really sure why I was surprised - it seems obvious that there would be large number of casualties... but the sheer volume blew me away.

The headline attraction in Mostar is the 'Old Bridge'. Original name eh? The irony is that it is actually a new bridge - built in 2004. The original 'Old Bridge' was destroyed in 1993, but the new Old Bridge was constructed using a large portion of the original stone, and the same construction methods - so it retains some of its authenticity. The bridge is high... very high! I am usually fine with heights, but looking over the side I have to admit that I suffered a little vertigo. The crazy thing is that they have a diving competition from the top of it. Madness! Some of the time the locals will 'busk' - try to collect money from the tourists and then jump off. While I was there I saw one guy on the outer railing trying to collect money. I waited for a good 30 minutes but nothing happened so I gave up.The rail between Mostar and Sarajevo has a reputation of being one of the most spectacular in Europe. In my opinion - it completely lives up to the hype. The first thing to mention is that the train is an old, rusted engine pulling along two small carriages. From Mostar the train dives into a massive gorge, winding along the deep ravine, hugging the cliffs. It then climbs high up into the mountains, switching back and forward, through tunnels and over bridges as it climbs. It passes by lakes, rivers, small villages tucked into the foot of mountains, open green fields, forest. It is indescribable... I am not even going to try.
I arrived into Bihac at about 9pm with no accommodation. I called into a restaurant hoping they could direct me to a hostel, but the guy couldn't speak English. Instead, he called up his friend who could speak English, and he helped me out. Afterwards the restaurant dude refused to take any money. Bosnians are awesome! The hotel they sent me to happened to be full, but they pointed me toward another cheap place to stay. By the time I got there is was almost 10pm. The woman in the office was not at all interested in reducing the price, even after 10 minutes of my best bargaining. It was late, I had my big bag, I looked 'deshevelled' and tired... she knew I wasn't going to bother trying anywhere else... So I paid the €15 and went up to take a much needed shower.
I wasn't expecting it; but Bihac is a cool place. A nice cobble-stone central area filled with bars and cafes, a beautiful river running through the center. I spent a lot of the day chilling out in one of the cafes drinking coffee and reading my book. That afternoon I headed off back over the Croatian border to meet up with Mike and Andrea - two cool Canadians I met on the sailing trip. We plan to spend a few days checking out the Plitvice National Park - apparently unbelievably beautiful.
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