Savouring a striking Sarajevo
Trip Start
Sep 12, 2011
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Trip End
Oct 05, 2011
Had an uneasy night sleeping in Mostar, probably in the hope that I wouldn't fall too deep into sleep and not hear my alarm for 6:30 to take the early morning train from Mostar to Sarajevo, one of the few trains routes that exist in Bosnia-Herzegovina...
The hostel called a taxi for me at 7:15 that took me to the train station for the 7:55 train to the capital. It was bar none the most exhilarating train ride I've ever taken, heightened by breathing in the still cold air from the countryside. At 10 KM (~5 eur) for the scheduled 2.5 hour journey (although it actually took about 3 hours), it was quite affordable and even cheaper than taking a bus...
Somewhere along the way, a family joined me in in my compartment. While I could sense their curiosity of me, we didn't communicate much beyond me graciously accepting a cough drop that one of the girls was passing around. Still, it was a nice gesture and I was happy to be able to say "hvala" and to hear "molim" in return. This might not sound like much interaction, but it's these little things that you remember just as much as seeing something grandiose or historic. For me, this truly is the country with the friendliest people that I've encountered in Europe. It's astounding to feel this way, knowing everything that happened to the people of this country in the 1990s. It's one more of those contradictions that you struggle to find an explanation for...
The hostel called a taxi for me at 7:15 that took me to the train station for the 7:55 train to the capital. It was bar none the most exhilarating train ride I've ever taken, heightened by breathing in the still cold air from the countryside. At 10 KM (~5 eur) for the scheduled 2.5 hour journey (although it actually took about 3 hours), it was quite affordable and even cheaper than taking a bus...
Somewhere along the way, a family joined me in in my compartment. While I could sense their curiosity of me, we didn't communicate much beyond me graciously accepting a cough drop that one of the girls was passing around. Still, it was a nice gesture and I was happy to be able to say "hvala" and to hear "molim" in return. This might not sound like much interaction, but it's these little things that you remember just as much as seeing something grandiose or historic. For me, this truly is the country with the friendliest people that I've encountered in Europe. It's astounding to feel this way, knowing everything that happened to the people of this country in the 1990s. It's one more of those contradictions that you struggle to find an explanation for...

