As I have been inexorably separated from my journal, see the previous post for the full explanation, thought I would share some moments from the trip with a photo gallery to help jog my memory. Just click on the top photo to start the slideshow.
Hope you enjoy it,
A surprise dinner visit from two guys from Argentina meant that packing was a very rushed affair early Friday morning.
I made it to Timisoara with no dramas, and moved fairly quickly over the border to Serbia-. Then I managed to pick up a ride from Vrsac to Belgrade by approaching a guy at a petrol station.
When I arrived in Belgrade the alphabet had changed, but the weather stayed the same. I had dreams of camping out somewhere south of Belgrade Friday night, but several hours of walking and hitching in the rain proved fruitless and I retreated to a hostel in the centre.
Friday evening’s miserable experience trying to leave Belgrade prompted me to catch a bus 90 minutes south the next morning. In Cacak I created a bit of commotion in the local shop whilst searching for bannanas and cardboard, before one of the shoppers gave me a lift to a great hitching point. Lovely lady!
I was taken by a woman, her niece and their dog as far as Uzice; I waited a long time in a fairly sketchy position but it was a great view. The guy who picked me up took me to within one village of the Bosnian border, but it was so quiet on the road I thought I would be camping out under the shadow of the mountains that evening…
However, by some incredible fortune a man eventually picked me up. I honestly don’t think he was even going to Bosnia. He dropped me on the other side of this bridge in Visegrad, I took a stroll over and waited. It was dead quiet. But I was shortly picked up and taken to Sarajevo by one of the kindest and most intriguing men I have ever met.
My head was still reeling from events the previous day when I woke up in Sarajevo on Sunday morning. So much so that I had to take a walk to try and gather my thoughts. The views got better and better, and before I knew it…
… I had run out of streets to walk through. Whoops.
There I was, stood high above Sarajevo. Feeling on top of the world as I watched murky grey clouds roll over the snow capped peaks. Wow.
To be continued…