One of the most beautiful and remote places I’ve cycled in Europe. Light traffic, nice roads and unrivalled autumn scenery.
The great thing about hostels now is that they are so empty I’m sometimes the only guest. In this case, I wasn’t: there was a Japanese guy who snored like hell and a really tall Serbian guy…
I left the hostel in Belgrade during a break in the rain to head south and entered the unofficial territory of barky-dog land: A strange part of Serbia where stray dogs look at you, yet domesticated ones chase you for miles and snap at your spinning ankles.
I’ve never seen a refugee camp before. I didn’t know what to expect really. Makeshift wooden sign at the entrance? Security? Ikea beds?
Some pics of the trip and slice of life.
Sarajevo was a pleasant surprise. The city is packed full of history. Not least because of the Ottoman, Austro-Hungarian and Yugoslavian influence in the area.
The guy in the suit didn’t look impressed. He just stared at us angrily, seemingly occupying the whole hallway and speaking quite loudly in Bosnian something we couldn’t possibly understand.
Cycling through Bosnia and Herzegovina from Mostar to Sarajevo. Strange fishy dinners and chilly hilly roads.
Exploring a little town in the south of Bosnia and Herzegovina where people like to jump from the 26m bridge.