Sarajevo, Bosnia
I'm in the land of the '84 olympics, the assassination of Franz Ferdinand and the 93-95 war. Cheery.
I got the train up from Mostar yesterday, there was only one platform and the train was late. Everyone's been so nice to me here. A wee old lady in my carriage (and I know, no sweets from strangers!) gave me a wee bounty bar. The trams here are ancient, it looks pretty ex-communist here. I found my hostel, with the help of a German woman, and a group of Swedish t...