Showing posts with label mostar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mostar. Show all posts

Tuesday, 5 October 2010

Mostar

We spent a night in Mostar after a cold ride then great luck lift in a truck from Sarejevo. The old town has been beautifully restored since the destruction of the Bosnian war. The wonderful bridge is the well known symbol of the restoration but the surrounding alleys and waterways are just as lovely. Lots of cafes and restaurants and pretty touristy but not too crowded when we were there.
The gallery next to the bridge had pictures and a short doco on the war and restoration. It was shocking to see the destruction in the town's so recent past. There are still lots of ruined buildings and sniper roosts with scattered shell casings. Quite chilling and again so different to the laid back feel of the town now. 
We stayed in a B&B run by a local couple who spoke english. Chatting to the husband as we arrived  his measured  manner changed when we let him know we were from Melbourne. "You're fucking kidding mate, I was in Port Arlington!" His voice changing to a thick Aussie drawl speckled with slang. They had moved to Australia to escape the danger of the 90's conflict and had returned recently, leaving their grown kids still back in Melbourne studying. It was comforting and funny to hear the roughness of an Aussie accent again.
Equally comforting was a dose of kitsch TV in English = we caught an awesome 1960's sword and sandal film in the mode of  Jason and the Argonauts on the box. Great way to prepare for our next epic saga on the Adriatic sea. I bags being Hercules!





Monday, 4 October 2010

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!