Got up in time to see the last of the Czechs off, ate breakfast of left-overs from yesterday’s lunch. Packed up all my stuff again and did a pile of laundry. My laundry bag has sprung a second leak – I’ll try to fix it with my tire-repair glue, otherwise it’s going to get chucked.

Walked down to the sports cafe again that has the good wi-fi. Spent 2 hours there and drank one cup of tea, but did get a chicken pita sandwich to take home. Looked into buses and/or trains to Italy – it’s one thing to think I know a route but my experience here has been that it’s another thing to actually go to the station and get what I want. I’m not planning to be in a hurry tomorrow to get myself to the bus/train station (they are in the same place here). I’m just going to get there whenever is convenient for me and see what happens. I know that there are many buses a day from Sarajevo to Zagreb, which is a large hub for transit to/from Italy and will be able to continue on from there one way or another.

The old city is very different on Sunday than the other days I’ve been here. Mostly only the cafes and a few shops are open, and there’s only a fraction of the people (ie: tourists – not me!!) milling about and taking pictures.

Went into the courtyard of one of the larger mosques (the Gazi Huzrev Bey’s Mosque) since it wasn’t so crowded as it was on the other days – they wouldn’t let me into the mosque itself, though, as I was wearing shorts, but I did get some good pic’s.

It’s another very hot and sunny day here – I can’t imagine what July will be like. My hosts are busy cleaning all of the rooms for the next bunch of guests – 17 or 18 Hungarians are arriving later today on their way to the coast.

I’ve been moved to a different room – a nice private ‘double’ room with my own shower and toilet just outside, so no strangers coming and going thru my room to get to theirs.

Did a patch job on my laundry bag – we’ll see how it works next time I use it. Tightened my bike seat up, and checked the tires, etc in preparation for riding to the bus/train station tomorrow.

I could hear live Arabic music coming from the old city – apparently it’s the end of Ramadan today and there will be large celebrations.

Had a short nap, then joined Sead for his daily walk up the hill. And what a ‘hill’ it was! – the incline at times must have been almost 45%. Walked to a lookout point that had cafes and lots of people, then walked down the other side. It’s apparently part of a national park now, and the ‘back side’ of the mountain was very peaceful and quiet. You could see where the Serbian army was on all of the hilltops around during the last war, and now they have their own area inside Bosnia and Herzegovina on parts of the hills.


Got back to the hotel later than I had expected, so ate a very late dinner and decided not to go down to the old city after all, even though I can still hear music and celebrations. The Hungarians did arrive, but were later than expected because they had vehicle problems of some sort.

The Hungarians didn’t arrive back at the hotel until about 1 minute to midnight, but were very quiet as they tiptoed thru my room to get to theirs (I just happened to be awake). There was a terrific storm at some point – lightening was so close it lit up the room, and the thunder shook the bed. Rain just poured, but I don’t think it lasted too long – glad I wasn’t in my tent.

The party of 55 Czechs arrived two hours early – I was still packing my stuff up when they arrived and filled the courtyard. I put my bags in the corner under the arbour for now as it would be nice if the ground dried out a bit before I pitch my tent for the night. The Czechs are leaving tomorrow so it’s only for one night, then I can have the room back.

Walked down to the old city again, stopped at the large graveyard and had a better look around. Most of the markers are for folks that died in the siege/war – death dates seem to be mostly 1994-95. Such a stupid, stupid waste of lives.

Got more cash from a machine, then found a cafe that doesn’t mind me just getting a cup of tea and using their wi-fi (which is very good – not like at the hotel). Stayed there for almost 2 hours, then got some food to go – the local speciality of ‘meatballs’ (more like sausages) with meat pattie in a huge pita-like bread with tomatoes and chopped cabbage (or something). Got some more fresh veggies at the store on the way ‘home’.

Ate lunch as usual under the arbour then the Czechs started arriving from their various outings a few at a time. One unlucky fellow had his wallet stolen out of his pocket – what a drag. Pitched my tent under the cherry trees in the back yard. Heard back from Colin – plan to meet in Pinerolo Italy on or about July 6. I should be able to get there by Tuesday or Wednesday, so will be there for a week or so before Colin arrives.

I had another long chat with Mirza’s brother Sead – they, along with their father own the hotel/hostel/campground. They seem to like talking with me – we’ve had many long conversations. I think that they think I’m kind of strange – no woman they know would ever dream of doing what I’m doing (or be allowed to by their husband!).

Had a nice visit with a couple of the young Czechs – Chantal and Marketa. They had a really nice outlook on politics and life in general. Maybe there is hope for the next generation after all.

Went for another walk to the old city shortly after sundown so I could face-time Dom, then came back and visited with Mirza, Sead and 3 different young Czechs. The chaperone came and advised the girls not to stay up too late as they’re heading out at 8 in the morning.

The Hungarians didn’t arrive until about 2:30 in the morning – they were caught up at the border for some reason. I barely noticed them passing thru my room to theirs, and slept in until around 8. A bit of a late start, but I’m really in no rush right now.

Rode along the south side of the river Miljacka west as far as I could toward my destination of Ilidza – mostly all wide paved cycle/walking paths.
When the highway veered a little southwest, still had nice marked cycle path, that turned into a sidewalk, that then turned into a narrow winding cowpath thru the weeds at the side of the highway. Made it to Ilidza, and rode down the ‘promenade’ to the source of the Bosnia river. The promenade is 3.5 km long and is very beautiful with large trees on both sides – some cars must drive along it, but I didn’t see any.

There are large beautiful ‘estates’ along the way, but mostly the traffic is horse-drawn carriages taking people to and from the large park where the springs are.

Rode around in the park – saw the springs that birth the river – right up next to the mountain.

When I tried to leave the gate I had entered the park by was closed so found another one – I think I got in a back gate that was open for a delivery of some kind, because the one that I was able to get out of had a booth that I think you were supposed to pay to get in.

Rode back up the promenade and was pretty tired but since I was so far out of the city decided visit the ‘tunnel of life’ that helped get food and other supplies to the people of Sarajevo during the 1992-95 war. Even though I had a map I had to stop more than once to ask directions – some folks were more helpful than others. Once I crossed a highway and was kind of heading in the right direction I ended up at a cement works (or something). A lady washing her car called over the gate-guard who did his best to direct me – even tried to draw me a map. Then another guy came along on a motorbike – they told him where I wanted to go, then told me to follow him. He drove fairly slowly, although I had to really work to keep up (luckily it was very flat terrain). He led me all the way to the place, and even made sure they gave me a place to lock my bike up!

The tunnel exhibits and history were very moving – it was 800 metres long and went right under where the UN forces were during the war, in a very narrow bottle-neck between the ‘free’ part of Bosnia and the city of Sarajevo. I’m not sure what the UN did at the time (useless??), but over 11,500 people were killed in the 1,425 days of the siege, including 1,601 children. Apparently the Serbian army that surrounded Sarajevo didn’t know the precise location of the entrance and exit of the tunnel, and were never able to stop things from flowing. Foreign reporters holed up in the Holiday Inn supposedly knew about the tunnel, but strangely hardly mentioned it in their writings – it is assumed that they didn’t want to give anything away that would doom the city and it’s inhabitants. One end of the tunnel was actually in a house and the family is credited with helping save the city and after the war ended made sure at least part of it was preserved.


Long ride back to the old city – very hot and dripping sweat. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast around 9, so stopped at a donair shop and got a ‘large’ – 5 km! Pushed the bike up the hill to the hotel – I’m glad I took a taxi from the bus station the afternoon I arrived as pushing it up with all my gear would have been extremely difficult.

Had a really nice warm shower – felt almost human again afterwards. Wolfed down 3/4 of the donair and sat under the grape arbour again. Had another nice chat with Mirza.

Got a much better, longer sleep – didn’t get up until 7:45 – quite late for me. Had a nice hot shower, did yoga, ate breakfast on the lower deck under the grape arbour, then walked down to the old city with the stuff I’m sending home.

At first the lady at the post office had to go thru a very large book to see if the ‘metal’ things I was sending were ok (saw page after page with ‘Kanada’ on them). At last she said it would be ok and we found a box that was perfect for the various size and shape of objects I had. Ended up being almost 2.7 kilos, or about 10% of the weight I had been carrying. Hope if makes a difference – at least the bags won’t be so full so packing them down will be easier.

Went to the ‘Museum of Sarajevo 1878-1918’ that is at the spot where Franz Ferdinand and his wife were shot in 1914. It was really pretty good – the display area wasn’t huge, but there was a large inter-active computer screen that had lots of different stories about the city and history going back further than 1878. I found out that the name Sarajevo means ‘palace in the fields’, which I thought was quite lovely.

I spent over an hour in the museum, then walked around a bit and picked a nice quiet spot for lunch. It was on a very small back-alley that didn’t have a lot of the normal foot traffic. I was the only customer at the time and ordered a nice cup of black tea and a salad of some sort – she said it had ‘cheese’ so I went for it. Salad turned out to be quite refreshing – lots of cheese (think it was goat’s cheese – white and salty) lots of tomatoes and lettuce (picked out the large onions and yellow peppers).

Got some other restaurant’s free wi-fi signal so caught up on emails, etc. Colin can meet me in France about a week earlier than planned so if I leave here in a couple of days and slowly make my way to France (via Italy? Or Germany?) it should work out ok.

Back at the hotel to sort out my pic’s – another thunderstorm happening in the mountains, but no rain again (at least not yet).

Did more laundry then ate dinner (left overs from chicken dinner last night). Chatted some more with Mirza, and went back down to the ‘old city’ shortly after the sun-down fireworks went off. Just walked around awhile, then came back ‘home’. The Hungarians are apparently hung up at the border so won’t be here until after midnight, and they have to pass thru my room to get to their room.

Nice and quiet in the room, but didn’t sleep too well. Walked down to the old city and strolled around a bit.

When I was studying one of my maps a guy came up and asked if I needed a guide – I asked how much and he said whatever I wanted – he was a history student and wanted to practice his English. We agreed on 10 KM (about $5) and off we went. He was very knowledgeable and had interesting stories.

I saw the place where Franz Ferdinand was killed that started WW1 as well as a lot of other stuff – he seemed to know about all of the most famous buildings and places.

There’s one road that has a mosque, a christian church, a Jewish temple and a Catholic cathedral and he knew the date each was built and sometimes re-built, and by whom. The cathedral has one spot that was shelled during the 1992-5 war and the holes have been painted red – they now call it the roses.

Spent about an hour sightseeing, then took myself to one of the places my host Mirza had recommended as having authentic Bosnian food. It reminded me of one of the Greek places Sue and I went to in Olympia, Greece in 1985 – all of the food was already prepared behind the glass and you just pointed to what you wanted. A little bit of English by the cook helped, or I might have ended up with a portion of okra (yuk!!). I ended up with a stuffed tomato, two stuffed vine-leaves, a large meatball and a fair-sized portion of pasta with carrots and beans (which was very tasty). Grand total 7 KM. Only down-side was they didn’t serve tea and my water bottle was getting empty.

Walked past a post-office and inquired about shipping a box of stuff back home – price depends on weight and you also pay hefty customs. Picked up some fresh veggies and more water at a store on the way back to the pension/hotel, then sorted thru my stuff to see what I can get rid of. Ended up with a nice little pile of things that I don’t really need or haven’t used much. Hopefully this will make loading and packing the bike around a little easier.

Chatted again with Mirza – he said he’ll probably go down to the old town this evening as there’s apparently lots going on at night there so I invited myself to go with him. We left shortly after the sun-down fireworks went off. Tons of people – some places were more crowded than they were this morning. Stopped to walk part way thru one of the many cemeteries on the way.

Mirza went to one of his favourite restaurants so I also ordered a bit of food – a ‘small’ order of chicken with a half-piece of bread. Luckily I order the small – a regular size would have fed me for two days! It’s very tasty too, and of course very cheap.

Walked around for awhile then picked up some fresh baked thing for his dad on the way home. Late night for me – around 11 when we got back.

Packed up and hit the trail for Mostar around 10:45 – sad to say good-bye to Sandra and the owner.

The ride to Mostar wasn’t too bad until the last few miles when the small, quiet road became a big busy one.

There’s only two trains a day to Sarajevo but the buses go every couple of hours. I was nervous about putting the bike on another bus, but the drivers could not have been nicer. They did everything for me and it only cost an extra $3.75 for the bike and all my bags. The drive to Sarajevo was awesome – really tall craggy mountains all along the Neretva river (at least most of the way was along the river). Very stunning scenery.

The bus station was a lot further from the campsite I’d chosen than I thought it was going to be so I took a cab instead of trying to ride with all my gear. It’s actually a house with a small yard in the back, but rather than pitching my tent I opted for a shared room – there’s no one else here right now so it’s actually a private room with bathroom and everything. The host (Mirza) is really nice and spent quite a while chatting with me and telling me all about the sites around here. We’re just a little way up a hill from the old town, so there are tons of places within walking distance, as well as a bike path that goes for miles.

The sundown fireworks just went off – taking that as my cue to shower the road dirt off and get to bed early. There’s a bit of a view of the city from the bedroom window, as well as the outside upper deck.

Got a ride with Sandra to an ATM at a gas station several miles up the highway – glad I didn’t have to ride my bike, as there is no bike-lane and very busy traffic that mostly doesn’t seem to care about cyclists. Ended up going to the outskirts of Mostar to a department store with her and while she did another errand I tried on sandals – the ones I got the other day are a little too big and bug my feet. I splurged and went for a pair that cost 7.50 MK – about $5.50 – as opposed to the ‘cheap’ pair I got the other day.

Went for a short ride after we got back to camp – up the cycle path towards Mostar a bit just to refresh my memory of what it will be like tomorrow. Kind of decided to cycle to Mostar then catch a train to Sarajevo and maybe spend a couple days there before heading further north back into Croatia.

Treated myself to another dinner at the campsite’s grill – this time meatballs with grilled zucchini and fries. Well, they were more like little sausages than meatballs, but they were tasty – had enough leftover for breakfast again.

I’m calling this my day of rest, it being Sunday and all. Started out a bit overcast, although the wind isn’t as bad. Spent quite a bit of time at a table on the terrace playing cards while my ipad recharged, then did a bunch of research on getting north to Osijek and where to stay. Might spend a day or two in Sarajevo on the way depending on trains, etc.

Had to leave the terrace after a while to get away from the cigarette smoke – almost every adult I’ve met here smokes and even though it’s outside it still bothers me.

It got sunny later and I was going to go for a late afternoon ride but a bunch of folks arrived to eat at the restaurant so I didn’t want to leave my campsite unattended. Some other campers have also arrived – at least three vans and some tents. I think I’ve been the only camper here most of the time except for one night when some ‘British guys came back’ from somewhere. They weren’t really Brits, though – they now live in London and were driving a van with UK plates but were actually from South Africa.

Tomorrow or the next day Sandra is going to drive me up the highway to a gas station that has an ATM so I can get cash to pay my bill when I leave. I think I’ll pack up and head north Tuesday or Wednesday, riding the Ciro trail to Mostar and figuring out if train or bus will work best. Finding out online how to get from Mostar to Osijek isn’t as easy as one might think, especially since I have the bike. I’m hoping there is a train that will take me at least part of the way – I’m wary of putting my bike back on a bus. Osijek is supposed to have lots of great cycling paths and I’ve located at least a couple of nice looking campgrounds, so – fingers crossed!

Really fierce wind storm during the night – wondered more than once if the tent was going to become airborne. No rain – at least that not that I noticed. Sandra came in the morning and told me that if it happened again, or any other kind of storm that I should go to the motorhome if I didn’t feel safe in the tent – they are so nice here!

The wind was still coming and going in very strong gusts, so didn’t plan on a long ride, but only across the bridge to the store – and feel lucky to be alive. I had just started across the span when I saw a car approaching towards me – no problem, I thought – no one coming behind me, so lots of room – it’s not a single-lane bridge, after all. Then suddenly a second car pulled out from behind the first and went to pass him. Don’t know if the stupid bitch even saw me, but I hit the brakes and lunged as far as I could onto the sidewalk, pulling my bike with me. The idiot who passed may, or may not even have seen me, but swerved back into her own lane right in front of the car she’d overtaken. I yelled ‘F***’ at the top of my lungs at her, and the overtaken car honked his horn at her – she likely didn’t even notice or care.

Heart palpitating I continued across the bridge to the store and stocked up on more veggies, as well as some kind of crackers and ‘mini Italian bruschetta with tomato and oregano’ in a bag.

Tried to load pic’s onto my blog for yesterday, but even with fairly good wi-fi here it repeatedly failed – seems wordpress wants everyone to upgrade so they seem to make it as difficult as possible for those of us that want a freebie blog site. The wi-fi at my Blagaj campsite was a bit better and I never had a problem there.

Ate picnic lunch inside my tent as it’s so windy outside. While I ate I read an article in the Guardian about a man whose wife died (of acute leukaemia) a week or so after giving birth to their daughter. I sat here with tears streaming down my face and just sobbing – it was an incredibly well-written piece – simple but so descriptive and moving.

Colin confirmed that his house in England is empty 11 months of the year, and that I can use it during the summer as my base! That’s so awesome – it’s in Worcester, and if I can use it for the very last bit of July and most of August it will solve my dilemma of where to spend the last half of summer. Coming back to Croatia or Bosnia and Herzegovina is such a long way – the UK is so much closer and easier since I’ll be in France anyway. It’s an ideal situation for me – I can hardly believe it!

As I sit in the tent here in southern Bosnia and Herzegovina looking out at the Neretva river about 10 metres away I’m beginning to realize how fortunate I am. Many people have told me that I’m ‘brave’ to be on this journey, but I mostly have thought I’m a bit crazy. I’m not sure what I want or expect – some kind of revelation? I’m sure that doesn’t come from where you are physically, but mentally. Perhaps I haven’t arrived yet.

I’ve still not figured out why churches have to ring their fricking bells every hour during the night! In Stobrec it wasn’t even one, but two churches, and they weren’t synchronized properly – just as one ended the other began. Then in Blagaj it was the mosques – not every hour exactly, but in the middle of the night and various times during the day, then of course, the sundown gun-shot followed by wailing. Here it’s another church every hour – how many people really need to know in the middle of the night what time it is? Doesn’t anyone have a clock? Normally if I’m asleep it doesn’t actually wake me up, but if I’ve woken for some other reason and am trying to get back to sleep the bells really don’t help.

Considering how early I got up I didn’t get riding until almost 11:30, after doing a bunch of laundry. Headed south along the Ciro trail 14.5 km to Capljina. Saw the town of Pocitelj across the river, which has some apparently great ruins and old city, but unfortunately there’s no bridge over. Would have to go to Capljina then back up along the M17 to get there so didn’t bother. ‘Bike path’ was mostly paved, with a 3-4 km bit in the middle that was dirt/rocks/pot-holes.

Capljina was a fairly large place (at least compared to Blagaj and now Zitomislici, which is even smaller) rode around looking for a place to get my hair cut. Stopped at one place and asked how much for a haircut – lady just looked at me and shook her head. Asked another lady sitting by the door if she spoke English and she said very clearly ‘no’. Didn’t want to go in to an unfriendly place like that so kept looking. Not far along the street came upon another salon and asked how much – she said she was busy and could I come back? I said no – I need to return to Zitomislici and she replied that if I waited just a few minutes she would fit me in.

Happily sat and waited while she cut a fellow’s hair – another lady was sitting waiting for her colour to set. Rose cut my hair exactly how I wanted it – very short all around with the kind of purple (now rather pinkish) ‘mop top’.

Ride back was not bad – passed the ‘tree trimmer’ again – huge tractor-like machine that hacks the bushes and trees back from the road. Waited a minute or two until he finished the tree he was working on and indicated that he saw me – wouldn’t want to try and squeak by thinking there was room just as the giant muncher moved!

Ate lunch, then had a nice shower – again totally filthy from the ride on the dirt/rock part of the road. Did more laundry – face-timed Dom. Sitting on the lounge chair outside my tent watching the clouds gather and listening to the thunder approach.

Wind picked up pretty good, but no rain, at least not yet. Pretty nice sunset.