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We got the bus from Mostar to Sarajevo this moring. The owner of the hostel in Mostar arranged for us to stay at her friends hostel in Sarajevo and to be picked up from the bus station. When we arrived they were nowhere to see so we tried to contact the previous hostel but couldnt only get through to her daughter. We were just about to find alternative accommodation when George got a text saying they would be 10 minutes away. We finally got picked up and arrived at a small office. We checked-in and headed to the accommodation which was about 10 minutes away walking. It was hard work walking up these cobbled street hills.
The hostel was located down a run down side street, through a random gate. It was small and dirty. Luckily it was only for one night. George felt really uneasy as this was her first roughing experience. We left our bags and headed into town to see the sites. At the end of our street was the Sarajevo city hall a pretty building which was the last place Franz Ferdinand visited. In the 1990s conflict 90% of the documents inside were destroyed. Opposite the Hall on the other side of the river is a cool little restaurant that was once located where the Hall was. The guy who lived there only said he would move if they rebuilt his house brick for brick on the other side of the river....and give him a bag of gold.
After we headed to Bascarsjia square. It had a Sebilj - wooden fountain at the entrance. Hungary we stopped off for the usual kebabs. The square like all the other cities was filled with caffes and restaurants, a real social scene.
I really wanted to go to the Latin Bridge so made our way there. This site was made famous in 1914 when the heir to the Austro Hungarian throne, Franz Ferdinand was assassined here starting off World War one. We had a look in the museum dedicated to this event.
We wandered around the city taking in the different churches and statues before heading back to the hostel. We ventured out that evening for dinner and a taste of the social scene. Eastern europe really comes to life at night. Young people sat outside quirky little caffes in little side streets smoking shisha pipes engaging in coversation. Still full from late lunch we got some Bureks then headed to a bar for a couple of beers before heading back long the river to the hostel.
We decided to miss the tunnels as the tour time didn't really match up with our bus schedule and wasn't keen on staying in the hostel for another night and needed to get to Montenegro for Georgie's flight. So agreed to head out to Foca the next morning....
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