THE BALLS OF BOSNIA - Sarajevo and Zavidovići, Bosnia and Hercegovina

.....previously,we were in Mostar and Konjic, further south in Bosnia and Hercegovina.......

Giant stone ball at Zavidovići, Bosnia and Hercegovina

Arriving in Sarajevo after our less than impressive train trip from Konjic, we were greeted with cool temperatures. It seemed summer was well and truly over, and this autumn the weather would be mixed and not terribly warm. Luckily, our Air B and B host was on hand to pick us up from the railway station and drive us to the cosy high-rise apartment we would be renting in Sarajevo. A lovely man, he showed us around the place, equipped with everything we could possibly need, and left us to settle in to the warm and comfy rooms. We loved the apartment so much, we quickly asked to extend our stay for another week. 

The neighbourhood in which we were staying was intriguing to us, and our first time in such a place. Yugoslavia-era apartment blocks rose up all around us, but rather than feeling oppressive, there was a lovely community feel, with families and kids playing in the parks, old men in wee local cafes, plenty of markets and shops, and friendly people in our building. The beast of an old elevator was a saviour for us staying on the 6th floor, and we should imagine even more for those up on the 20th floor! Intriguing communal heating plants with huge chimneys had been built alongside all the surrounding tower blocks to supply residents with heating and hot water.

Foyer and letterboxes, Sarajevo accommodation

Our Sarajevo high-rise block

Street art of Sarajevo

Pristine vintage car, Sarajevo

Nearby was the Miljacka River, which ran along the valley into the old part of Sarajevo. Trams, buses and trolley buses all followed this route, and navigating the city was cheap and easy, once we sussed out how to buy a ticket! Apparently, Sarajevo was one of the first cities in Europe to use an electric tram system.

Peaceful walk into the city centre, Sarajevo

Sarajevo tram, Bosnia

Trolleybus ticket, Sarajevo, Bosnia

Tram depot, Sarajevo, Bosnia

Dozens of second hand shops could be found in the area surrounding our digs, so we set to buying a couple of warmer items to see us through the next month. We were greatly looking forward to visiting the Sunday flea market on the edge of town, and we were certainly not disappointed. The biggest second hand market we have every seen, the stalls sprawled out for miles. An eclectic mixture of casual tarps on the ground with piles of junk, and more professionally set up stalls- it felt like everything under the sun was available there. Most interesting were the collections of cool Yugoslavia memorabilia, with an alarming amount of bright orange kitchenware from the 1970s, as well as rotary phones, metal military badges, gas masks and Bosnian comic books. Added to those were random objects such as gold lame wellington boots, piles of laptops, and even a dildo! Thousands of winter coats were heaped up all over the place and so many winter woolly bargains it would be hard to choose what to buy. Thankfully, we were leaving for Thailand before the really cold weather set in, so we were only looking. 

Sarajevo is a long thin city, and hilly, with streets rising steeply up to old suburbs and forested parts. We enjoyed the walk up to the Yellow and White forts, Ottoman relics popular for sunset views. The best part, however, was wandering the very Muslim neighbourhood up there, home to many local clubs and cafes complete with men in Muslim skull caps and women in headscarves, which we hadn't really seen so far in Bosnia. 

The quiet cobblestone streets with attractive white mosques and dozens of friendly black cats took our minds off the arduous slopes, and the outstanding views of the picturesque city were worth the effort. Remnants of ancient walls were scattered around the hill, perhaps once enclosing the whole city. 

Subsequent jaunts in the hills surrounding Sarajevo provided more lovely vistas. We came across a beautiful, yet poignant cemetery with hundreds of graves of young lives lost in the early 1990s, unfortunately one of many such places in Bosnia and Hercegovina.

Glorious views from Sarajevo hills, Bosnia

Sad, quiet cemetery

Sarajevo is tiny for a capital city, with the population standing at less than 300,000, and exploring was a joy. The old part of town was a mix of styles- Yugo brutalism from the 1970s, Ottoman beauties still intact, and a sprinkling of Austro-Hungarian doorways and windows particularly noticeable. A muddled but marvellous blend of added architectural bits and pieces throughout the years created a wonderful character. Again, as previously mentioned many buildings of all ages were riddled with bullet holes, a remainder of the violence of the 1990s. 

Austro-Hungarian era Vijećnica, Sarajevo city hall

Retro remainder from the 1984 Olympic games, skating rink

Heart of the Ottoman centre of Sarajevo, Bosnia

Fancy Ottoman fellow, Sarajevo, Bosnia

Funky Yugo-style side alley way, Sarajevo

Sunny courtyards and parks with giant chess sets complimented soaring mosques and bazaars. We haven't been to Turkey, but we imagined it must be something like this. We were again slightly put off by the tour groups jam packed into the narrow streets. On our visit to the cobblestoned Ottoman old section of Sarajevo, there was a water problem and none of the hundreds of cafes had any running water. Considering the amount of tourists and others crowded into them, it must have been terrible for business.

Pots and cups for sale, Sarajevo old town

Particularly fancy coffee in Sarajevo alley cafe

Smack bang in the middle of the old quarter was the Latin Bridge, the site where the Archduke Franz Ferdinand was shot, supposedly being the catalyst for the beginning of World War One (and inspiration for the name of Indie Glaswegian band Franz Ferdinand). The assassination is said to have been carried out by Bosnian Serb Gavrilo Princip. He was part of a group of revolutionaries who wanted to leave the rule of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. With the end of World war One, this indeed happened, with Bosnia becoming part of Yugoslavia. 

The infamous Latin Bridge in Sarajevo, Bosnia

Pomegranates in season, Sarajevo, Bosnia

Splendid park in the middle of Sarajevo, Bosnia

Tragically, Sarajevo is also know for the horrors of the Bosnian War in the 1990s, and in particular the Siege of Sarajevo between 1992 and 1996. the longest siege in modern history. For nearly four years, the residents of the city were trapped and attacked by Bosnian Serb troops who had encircled the city on all sides. Bosniak troops inside defended the city the best they could, but their arms were inferior and they were unable to break the siege. Residents were often without water and power for months at a time, and food and medical supplies were blocked. When a peace agreement was finally signed many thousands had died. Exact figures are uncertain, but a large portion were civilians and of mixed ethnicities.

Sarajevo's recent history is so heartbreakingly awful, it's hard to think about. When we first arrived in Bosnia, we saw a few buildings with marks on the exteriors, and we remarked how much they looked like bullet holes. Little did we know that not only were we correct, but we were to see this type of damage extensively in literally every place we visited on many, many buildings. As we learnt more about the recent history and what had occurred during the Bosnian War in the 1990s, we realized that the fighting had been wide spread and close up, at times people fighting their neighbours directly across the street. Our minds struggled to connect the horrors that had occurred in the beautiful places we were in, and to think about the easy-going locals fighting each other in such a vicious fashion. 

Peaceful scene, Sarajevo hill

Out of interest, nowadays more than half of Bosnia and Hercegovina's residents are Sunni Muslim, followed by a large part of Orthodox Christians and a smaller percentage of Catholics. This is reversed in the Republika Srpska part of Bosnia, where the majority of residents are Orthodox Christians.

Lovely old green mosque, Sarajevo, Bosnia and Hercegovina

We were impressed by the plentiful outward signs of support of Palestine, with many large banners displayed in prominent positions, and various business also proclaiming solidarity by stickers or signs.

Unfortunately, as much as we enjoyed exploring the city of Sarajevo, and our lovely apartment, we won't be back any time soon due to the excessive amount of weather manipulation being carried out. Although we have been plagued by spraying in the skies throughout the Balkans, Sarajevo was the worst we have ever seen anywhere in the world. 

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Our final train trip in Bosnia awaited us upon leaving Sarajevo. We were heading to Zavidovići, a small town on the Bosna, the same river the railway line trails. We had been following this route up and down for the last couple of months. Hoping to spend some time in nature after our stay in Sarajevo, our main reason for visiting Zavidovići was to see the mysterious giant balls that had been discovered there.

Leaving the big city

Our railway journey passed quickly thanks to conversation with a most refreshing young man on a break from university. The three of us shared a compartment on the same old fashioned type of train we had caught from Maglaj at the beginning of our Bosnian trip. He was a chatty fellow, and we appreciated hearing his views on everything from the Bosnian War to local food. He was also full of questions about Australian culture, which we happily answered. As the evening drew in, he phoned our friendly Zavidovići host for us, and we arranged a pick up from the station. This was a great help, due to the cold, pitch black night, and the distance between the station and where we were staying. A welcome rakija and some bacon sandwiches on arrival finished us off for the night. 

Four poster bed in the "Romance Room" at Zavidovići

We were keen to see the stones the next morning, and walked more than an hour to discover an absolutely enchanting wooded site. We were entirely alone there during our visit, with only a tiny kitten for company. Some modest work had been done to create basic paths and huts at the site, but mostly it was natural and gorgeous. The autumn forest colours were all gloriously aglow, with golden oak and beech leaves spread like a carpet on the ground. A small stream lead through the trees and this is where the beautiful stones were - about 15 of them, spaced out along the brook. Perfectly round and smooth, we were immediately drawn to them and despite the damp and drizzly weather, felt compelled to touch them. Their sizes varied, and they were mysterious and lovely. The spot was so enchanting, it was something like being inside a fairy tale. Strolling around we found crazy mushrooms growing, moss covered rocks, and wild strawberry ground covers. The misty and damp weather added to the entrancing atmosphere, but we weren't able to explore the pretty surrounding area much- too muddy and slippery. Instead, we hung out admiring the stones for a while, before we returned home cold and soaked, ready for a hot shower. 

Exploring the stream filled with stone balls, Zavidovići

Bright critter in autumn leaves, Zavidovići

Transfixed by the feel, Zavidovići

Fairy tale feel, forest at Zavidovići

Damp weather brought out thousands of mushroom varieties

We hadn't realized when we booked our room, but there was a second, lesser know stone site right around the corner from us. The next day, we headed off, and were surprised to find another spot, just as lovely as the other, but with only one giant ball, instead of several smaller ones. A funky little wooden café had been constructed on the site, and as we arrived three relaxed looking men welcomed us, and tried to communicate with us. Realizing we were English speakers, one of them phoned his friend in Melbourne to see if we needed any help or information. We spent some time inspecting and appreciating the giant stone, which was still partially embedded in the ground. The forest surrounding the area was every bit as captivating as the previous day's, and after some wet walking and connecting to the nature, we headed back to the café. 

The biggest stone of all, Zavidovići

Beautiful forest scene, Zavidovići

Sal making friends with shaggy green rock, Zavidovići

Of the three resident guys, one was Italian, the other two Bosnia, none spoke English, only Italian and German. Nevertheless, we managed a brilliant conversation for a few hours there about the mysterious places we'd seen in Bosnia, hunting, Italian mafia and India to name a few subjects! Much sign language and a few drawings helped the conversation along. The "rakija" we were given would have been an insult in Serbia, but after the first one, it wasn't so bad. Hoping to avoid any more rain, we walked back to our digs in the drizzle ready for a warm and cosy evening, and feeling contented and happy. 

New mates at the giant balls

Communicating with (dodgy) pictures

Mist on the hills, autumn in Zavidovići, Bosnia

https://www.geologypage.com/2017/01/biggest-stone-ball-europe-just-discovered-bosnia.html

After reading our previous blog post talking about the Pyramids of Visoko, some readers came away with the impression we thought the whole thing a hoax and didn't consider the claims to be genuine. This isn't true- we are completely open to the idea of past advanced civilizations, and consider the ideas of Samir Osmanagić to be totally feasible. It was just the New Age industry that had rose up around the claims that we were sceptical about. Similarly, we were completely open minded about the stones balls, what they were and how they had been formed. They are one of many similar sites around the world, and we look forward to one day seeing others. One thing was for certain, we felt a special energy coming from those stones, that we didn't feel so much in Visoko. This exceptional place, along with the extraordinary Belogradchik in Bulgaria were the highlights for us of this year's Balkan travels.

Autumn leaves, Zavidovići, Bosnia and Hercegovina

After two wonderful months in Bosnia and Hercegovina, we ready to make our way to Budapest via a short time in Croatia, a brand new country for us! 

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Some extra notes on Bosnia:

As we expected, many aspects of Bosnian culture and life were similar to the other Balkan countries we had visited. The big contrast here was the captivating Muslim/Ottoman influence, and this difference had us absorbed as we travelled around the country.

Bosnian food was similar to Serbian, except perhaps with less variety in eateries. They are absolutely obsessed here with the ćevapi, and places offering the meaty treat ćevabdžinica are seemingly every few steps. It has to be said, although we feel disloyal to Serbia to say it, Bosnia does the best version of ćevapi we've had anywhere. The bread is the star attraction, with a light and slightly chewy consistency, and the meat juicy and tasty.

The best ćevapi is Bosnian ćevapi- sorry Serbians!

VERY sweet Bosnian dessert, tulumbe

It has to be said, the Balkans version of "fast food" is actually in general, fantastic quality, fresh, home-made goodness- filling and delicious. It cannot be in any way compared to the inferior artificial, highly processed slop known as fast food in other parts of the world.

We wondered if alcohol would be freely available in Muslim Bosnia and Hercegovina, but thankfully it was. The only limitation was some cafes only selling non-alcoholic drinks such as tea and coffee. Pork was also for sale in most supermarkets, just not in ćevabdžinica.

Bosnian beers were a hit with us, we enjoyed every one of the several we sampled. Wines, on the other hand, at least at the cheap end of the spectrum, were dire, and best left on the shelf. 

A selection of Bosnian beers

The spread of our Bosnian travel destinations 2024

We have to make an addendum here..... our long time friend wrote this most lovely poem about our time at the balls. We appreciate his effort, and his prose- expressing thoughts many times better than we ever could! Thank you!

Zavidovići's Enchanting Embrace

From Sarajevo's bustling streets,
To Zavidovići's tranquil retreat,
A train journey through landscapes serene,
Conversations with a young soul keen.

In the heart of the forest, a mystical call,
Giant balls, a sight to enthrall,
A wooded haven, a fairy tale's grace,
Where nature's beauty leaves its trace.

Golden leaves, a carpet so grand,
A stream whispers, secrets in hand,
Perfectly round, the stones so grand,
Mysteries whispered, in this enchanted land.

Misty air, a touch of mystique,
Mushrooms sprout, and colors speak,
A tiny kitten, a playful guide,
In this woodland realm, where wonders reside.

Another site, with a single ball's might,
A wooden café, bathed in warm light,
Conversations flow, beyond language's hold,
In this shared moment, stories unfold.

Rakija's warmth, in the drizzling rain,
Contentment fills, easing every pain,
Zavidovići's embrace, a memory to keep,
In the depths of the forest, where dreams run deep. IZ

........next up a short, but sweet post about our journey through the north of Croatia......

JUMPING TRAINS AND DODGING CROWDS - Mostar and Konjic, Bosnia

......our first blog post from Bosnia, mostly concentrating on the Bosnian Pyramids......

Blagaj Fortress, outside Mostar, Bosnia

Having left our cosy Visoko cottage and walked all the way down the hill to the station, we found the place deserted (a seemingly common situation at Bosnian train stations). The station master came out of his office to inform us that the train we wished to take to Mostar was five hours late. Disappointed, but pragmatic, we walked to the bus station to hop on a very smart bus to Sarajevo. A quick change was then made to another bus heading to Mostar (we would return to Sarajevo on our way back north at a later stage). Generally we're not super keen on bus travel, and always prefer a train, but this time having no choice we bit the bullet, and were actually pleasantly surprised. The road followed the train line for much of the trip, and the unbelievable scenery took our breath away. The bus snaked it's way on twisty roads through some majestic and craggy mountains, high up in the misty clouds. We then descended to the river with it's gorgeous clear blue water, and finally drove alongside a picturesque lake before arriving in Mostar. We glimpsed the train track and bridges high on the mountain side from time and time, and looked forward to taking it on our way back north. As a side note, not only are the Balkan buses generally extremely comfortable, the drivers are very calm, making most rides smooth and pleasant. Still prefer the trains, though.

Stunning views whizzing by, bus, Visoko to Mostar, Bosnia

On arrival in Mostar, we slowly made our way along little back streets of cute old houses to our accommodation. Run by a business like group, we were greeted and shown around in a brusque manner that certainly contrasted with our wonderful Visoko welcome. Nevertheless, the apartment was huge and the location perfect, smack bang in the centre of town and with a local café/bar directly across the road. This café was our first stop to unwind from our big day of travel with a nip of loza, a type of rakija made from grapes. It did feel slightly strange to be scoffing the drink whilst the mosque next door was calling to prayer, but when in Rome......

 

On our first outings around Mostar, we immediately liked the small but pretty town. The combination of a young population and university, mixed with historic buildings and more traditional elements created a brilliant vibe.

Interesting design in apartment block, Mostar, Bosnia and Hercegovina 

Clock tower, Old Mostar, Bosnia and Hercegovina

Cranky old man down a lane, Mostar, Bosnia and Hercegovina

More ruins, Mostar, Bosnia and Hercegovina

Defunct department store, Mostar, Bosnia and Hercegovina

First stop was the astonishing Partizan Memorial Cemetery, dedicated to the local Partizan resisters who died fighting the Nazis in World War Two. A stunning and unique design had been created by celebrated Serbian architect Bogdan Bogdanović in the 1960s. Concrete sheets resembling giant, wavy curtains wound around like a maze into the central part of the memorial. Here, a representation of a cosmological sundial stood out from a huge wall, surrounded by vertical shapes evoking organ pipes. Layers cascaded down, each containing petal-shaped gravestones which lay on the ground, once in neat lines. The sombre place was nearly deserted when we visited, the only other souls were a couple on what looked like a clandestine assignation. 

Entrance to Partizan Memorial Cemetery, Mostar, Bosnia

Captivating design, Partizan Memorial Cemetery, Mostar, Bosnia

Maze like Partizan Memorial Cemetery, Mostar, Bosnia

The war in the 1990's had seen much damage to the site, and tragically, we learnt that the cemetery had also been majorly vandalized in recent years. Many gravestones still laid broken, and bottles and bits of stone headstones had been thrown into a fountain. Thankfully, locals had cleaned away the paint graffiti. Despite the damage, the overall feeling was inspirational due to the location high on a hill and the beauty of the layout.

Broken bottles and gravestones, Partizan Memorial Cemetery, Mostar

View out over the city, Partizan Memorial Cemetery, Mostar, Bosnia

Sal dwarfed by cosmological sundial, Partizan Cemetery, Mostar

The old town of Mostar, and particularly the area around the old bridge (Stari Most) spanning the Neretva River, is well regarded for it's beauty. Built by the Ottomans, it's always been an important example of Islamic architecture in Bosnia. The bridge and much of the old town was destroyed during the Bosnian War, a huge amount of money had been put towards its restoration, which was completed in 2004.

Old Bridge of Mostar, Bosnia and Hercegovina

Medieval shops and houses, old part of Mostar, Bosnia and Hercegovina

Glorious sunny day, Mostar old town

We were unprepared for the vast numbers of tour groups here, and were shocked at the number of sightseers. The market close to the old bridge was an unpleasant mass of sweaty, loud people shopping for souvenirs, and the whole area was busy with tourists eating in the many cafes, vying for the best photo vantage points, taking selfies on the bridge and obstructing the street. Walking around amongst the crowds was unpleasant and our immediate reaction upon arrival was to get out of there- we couldn't see or appreciate the beauty of the Ottoman-era buildings with so many people around, posing and shouting.

The touristy area around Mostar Old Bridge, Bosnia

Souvenirs for sale, Mostar Bridge market, Bosnia

We instead opted to rouse ourselves out of bed at sunrise the next morning, and walk around the old town slowly and calmly, taking pictures at our leisure, without hundreds of tourists. The small cobblestone streets and ancient doorways were lovely. Viewpoints led to picture perfect outlooks of bridges over streams shining in the morning sun, stone towers and white mosques. It was most peaceful, and although the morning light didn't quite show the stone structures to their best, we were glad to have had this time to contemplate in the quiet. It was such a shame the beauty really was ruined by tour groups when the day got going.

Middle of the day near the old bridge at Mostar......

.....and without the crowds

New knee still going strong!

Many destroyed and abandoned buildings still stood as wrecked reminders of the Bosnian War in the 1990s. Most were falling down and had jungles growing in them, and more still had excessive bullet damage, a jarring reminder of how much violence happened here in the very recent past. Another tragic sight, not just in Mostar, but every place we visited in the country were the graveyards where every person buried there died during the same years- mostly between the horrific era of 1992- 1995.

Falling apart, once grand building, Mostar, Bosnia

Old and recent gravestones, cemetery, Mostar

A splendid day out was had in and around Blagaj, a village only about 20 mins away from Mostar. Most famous for it's Ottoman style tekije, a heritage site Ottoman Dervish monastery, it has also become a popular tourist spot because of it's beauty. The bus there was spent talking with a very chatty 15 year old Muslim local, and it was certainly interesting to hear her views on religion and life as a teenager in Mostar. Her description of tensions between Christians and Muslims didn't fill us with hope, to be honest. 

On arrival, we decided to climb up to see the medieval fortress, visible on a high hill. The walk was hot and the surrounding area dry and quite barren, contrasting our walks in Visoko's green forests. Some money had been put into constructing a fantastic path, complete with ropes to steady oneself and benches periodically along the way, which we gratefully used. At the top we were hugely surprised at the size and complete nature of the edifice, and the absolutely stunning setting. We spent a while up there admiring the spectacular view and wandering the ruins on our own. 

Path to the top of Blagaj Fortress, outside Mostar, Bosnia

Scene at the top of the hill, Blagaj Fortress, outside Mostar, Bosnia

Ottoman ruins, Blagaj Fortress, outside Mostar, Bosnia

After sweating our way back down the hill, a beer was in order at a very cute and reasonably priced café with a cheerful waiter. 

We had already spied the car park full of buses further along the street, and realized the main sight of Blagaj must be quite busy with visitors. We followed the masses to see what everyone was excited about.

As we walked along the gushing river, and onto a small bridge we were greeted with the amazing sight of tall cliff faces in front of us and rapids falling down into the ice blue river. The monastery was on one side, and the whole place was lined with cafes. It must be a lovely spot to go for a posh meal, but the restaurants did somewhat change the atmosphere of what must have been a dramatically beautiful place at one time. After a wander, we tired of the crowds and went back to our cheap and cheerful café to wait for the bus back to Mostar. It was more than an hour later than we expected, but we were happy to sit and watch the tourists and sip a loza or two (grape rakija). 

Clear waters at Blagaj, outside Mostar, Bosnia

We'd entered the predominantly Muslim area of the Federation of Bosnia and Hercegovina when we left Doboj, but due to our being out in woop woop in the hills of Visoko, we hadn't really experienced Bosnian Muslim culture up until now. This part of Bosnia was similar to Albania, in that most people didn't show their religion outwardly, with no Muslim hats for men, and not many women in headscarves or robes. Some of the handsome white mosques had a call to prayer, but it was soft and gentle, and wouldn't disturb anyone. Mostar has roughly an equal population of Muslims (Bosniaks) and Catholics (Croats), and tiny proportion of Orthodox Serbs. It has the largest number of Croats in the country.

Graveyard outside mosque, Mostar, Bosnia

Having missed out on “one of Europe's most scenic railway journeys” between Sarajevo and Mostar on our way south, we were greatly looking forward to hopping on the train for the journey to Konjic. It didn't quite turn out as we'd hoped, however. We were half asleep due to the early hour, the hills outside were extremely misty and foggy, and the fact that bright lights were on inside the train turned the windows into mirrors, and made photography impossible. Oh well, the best laid plans.......

Konjic was a small town half way between Mostar and Sarajevo, and was an attractive place to spend a couple of days to break the trip. Another Ottoman bridge, Stara Ćupriya, adorned the Neretva here, the same river we had been following up and down Bosnia. An important river in this valley, the Neretva is superbly clean and a source of fresh drinking water and electricity via its many dams. Popular for rafting in the summer, during our visit the temperature had plummeted somewhat, and the scene around Konjic was much quieter. Most of our walks were around the riverside area and old part of the town, strolling around the cute stone buildings, climbing hills for views and stopping now and again for a coffee or beer. 

Sparkling day, Stara Ćupriva, Konjic, Bosnia and Hercegovina

Gorgeous scenery, Konjic, Bosnia and Hercegovina

Taking in some river walks, Konjic, Bosnia and Hercegovina

Spectacular view from hilltop of Konjic

Abandoned riverside building, Konjic, Bosnia and Hercegovina

Bosnian and Slovenian beer break, Konjic, Bosnia

We came across a fantastic little market, part rustic produce and part second hand- Rich was very excited to find a pair of camo shorts for less than £2 to continue his camo obsession. All the produce was so fresh and beautiful looking. Stall holders had small amounts of fruit and vegetables, presumably from their own gardens, with grapes, mandarins, pumpkins and pomegranates being particularly popular and in season. 

Charming fruit and vegie market, Konjic, Bosnia

Rich shopping up a storm in flea market, Konjic, Bosnia

As usual in Bosnia, the war graves were plentiful, and it was interesting to see the Catholic and Muslim cemeteries side by side- separate, but linked by a dark history. 

Unusual grave in mosque grounds, Konjic, Bosnia

In Konjic, we appreciated the few sunny days amongst much wind and drizzle. Since we left Serbia, the weather had really cooled down, and as many of our destinations were in elevated areas with lower temperatures, we were missing that hot and sunny weather from July and August. 

One of many scenic bridges around Konjic, Bosnia

Weather changing, Bosnia and Hercegovina

Autumn forests, Konjic, Bosnia

After our disappointment with the first half of the scenic train trip between Mostar and Sarajevo, we were looking forward to the second half when we left Konjic and headed to Sarajevo, the capital of Bosnia and Hercegovina. Waiting on the platform with several other passengers, the train pulled up on time, and people started boarding. Rich's instincts kicked in, and he wondered why the train had entered the station from the wrong direction. We asked a man if this was the train to Sarajevo, and he answered yes, so we hopped on. Trains in Bosnia only stop a very short time at stations, a couple of minutes at most, and as we found a seat and started to settle in, another train pulled in on the opposite platform. Totally confused, we asked another passenger if we were on the train to Sarajevo. When he replied it was actually going to Mostar (the opposite direction), we jumped up in a panic, ran down the aisle, practically fell off the train and got out the door just in time. The train left within seconds of our clumsy disembarkation. Another sprint was needed to catch the Sarajevo train before it left, again seconds after we boarded. Relieved to have made it onto the right train, we were, however, dismayed at how full it was. We had to sit separately and not by the window. The evening was drawing in and the lights were again on brightly inside the train, turning the windows into mirrors, and obscuring outdoor visuals. The few glimpses we did manage outside showed us to be fantastically high, looking down on villages, twisting around high tracks and bridges and chugging through many tunnels. It would have been amazing in the right conditions, but it was just not meant to be for us. We were so grateful we had had a spectacular bus ride on this route heading south.

Early morning train at Konjic station, Bosnia

The scenic bus/train portion of this trip in Bosnia and Hercegovina

.......next up we explore Sarajevo and take our final Bosnian train further north to the giant balls........