Another back-dated day from the Balkans Trip, originally at http://johanna.existencia.org/.
Today, we decided to go to Bosnia. The drive from Montenegro to Bosnia provided stunning views of the bay, snowcapped mountains, vocal yacks, and sacks of potatoes for sale by the side of the road. We took the long way ‘round, with the prettiest of views (cue song lyrics), following the serpentine shore of the Bay of Kotor. The bay narrows into a strait, flowing into an upper bay, with an island monastery sitting at its mouth. All around the bay are jutting cliffs, with terracotta roofs in isolated hamlets. We climbed through strings of tunnels and Old-Western style homesteads, before coming to the vineyards of Bosnia.
Crossing the border was pretty easy, with no bribes needed. The green card we purchased through the rental car agency seemed to do the trick. We approached the tiny town of Mostar (which I still want to call monster…) three hours later.
Mostar pulls at heart strings with its picturesque bridges and stone-lined streets. To seal the deal on its delights, our boutique hotels provides unlimited cookies for James. By driving through the vertical and tiny streets—as we saw on a sign earlier— “you risk your life”. But now settled, we plan to stay two nights so that tomorrow can be spent with my purchasing of hand painted decorative items (Turkish style) and James making climate models (computer style). We are both helping the world, I reckon.
This evening we strolled along the dividing river, where locals were watching football and filling time during the “low” season. Observation: men and women seem to run in separate groups. Not in the forcibly gender segregated way we saw in Egypt, but far from the coed peer groups you get in the US.
I love that wifi is available virtually everywhere here, so if any on you darling readers have an iPhone, it’s free to message and facetime me, and I would love that tomorrow (Note the 5 hour time difference ahead of EST).