Trip Start Jun 01, 2006
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A quick hats off to a lovely Kiwi girl called Lucy, who joined Vinny and myself in our attempt to spend every remaining penny of Croatian money the night before we left Dubrovnik. It was a difficult challenge, one of the toughest we had faced so far - we had to deal with draconian licensing laws, lemonade mixers that are just lemon juice and waking up the next morning at 6AM. But, like true Bohemian Backpackers of Yore, we rose to the challenge and got proper pissed. Oh, and Lucy offered to put us up when we get to New Zealand, and I'm delighted to tell the young lady that I double checked and a verbal contract IS legally binding in Croatia....
But I digress.
Mostar's a fun place. It's Bosnia's second city, or Herzegovena's first, depending on how you look at things like that. We stayed in a private house that let out a few rooms, and it had a rather fetching bullet hole motif above the beds, so that was nice.
The interesting thing about being in Bosnia, along with the bullet riddled buildings and unexploded ordnance, is the harsh deal they get. Vinny had a whiskey brunch with the young guy who owns the house we're in, and he was saying that Croatians come and go through Bosnia as they please, whereas he's a Bosnian Muslim and can't go anywhere.
We went out for beers with our new chum, Zoe the American. We watched the Australia Croatia match outside a cafe in the Muslim quarter of the city (very similar to the Catholic quarter, but with louder praying), and the locals were all out - supporting Australia. Obviously this was not from a fondness for the Ozzies, but rather a pathological hatred of Croatians. When Australia scored people actually let off fireworks in the street. And when that Croat got sent off.... Well, it was exuberant.
There appears to be more than a little tension in Bosnia. It may be becoming a tourist destination, but the scars run deep and the memory is fresh.
Still, cigarettes are cheap.
Last night we ended up at this great bar by the river that was basically just loads of massive cushions - a definite step forward in Bar Mechanics. Zoe informed us that she would meet us in Vegas (baby) next year for my brother's stag do and challenge the stripper to a "strip-off". My protestations that we were all such gentlemen that we wouldn't even consider hiring a stripper fell on deaf ears.*
Anyway, Vinny's got his first Travelpod update to go on so I'm off..... We're going to Sarajevo later, so we'll have to wait and see if I can resist the temptation to call the next entry "Welcome to Sarajevo".... Probably not.
And thank you for the several people who pointed out I can't spell the word wander.
* Strippers, obviously.