So I’ve somehow become trapped in this rather peculiar city. A city on the brink of a perpetual, never-happening revolution. It lies somewhere between lovely and horrible, hope and despair. And right now I can’t think of being anywhere else.
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Kosovo was a bit of a surprise for me: no tanks, barbed wire fences or military personnel. Just friendly people living an interesting culture.
No people, no shops, nothing. Just rocks, a shoddy road and us. Then the road ends. To get to where it begins again, you have to take a boat for 4 hours and travel 30km up the river.
Once upon a time a guy on a bicycle pedalled across Montenegro to Albania. The End.
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.
I climbed up an old tower in Mostar which was used as a sniper nest during the war. See some pictures from this fascinating old building here.
Wild camping here comes with a little added danger: you could blow your legs off standing on a landmine. So it’s a good idea to switch to land which is in use, just to be safe. Farms, orchards and…
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