Riding in Bosnia

We were peddling our way from Sarajevo to Mostar one hilly, rainy, cold day when a guardian angel of a truck driver asked where we were headed and enthusiastically suggested we put our bikes on the back of his truck and get a ride with him to Mostar. He only spoke a little English and also some German but was delightfully friendly and jovial. Cold, wet and struggling, we couldn't believe our good luck and spent a happy hour or so roaring along in his truck with his friend, all of us munching on a bag of yummy figs. The truck driver told us something that we feel we are hearing from many people in this part of the world. He explained it this way: "Here, the people - very good. Muslims? Very good. Christians? Very good. Jews? Very good. Politics? Psssshh!!! Scheisse!!" (shit in German) He explained that he was Muslim, his friend/partner/wife (we were not sure) travelling with him in the truck was Christian, and declared "no problem!" and planted a playful kiss on her cheek as she wriggled away.

      

                                                                                                 Low cut gumboots!