The sun was shining in Sarajevo as we walked around pigeon square. Amanda & Stefan looked in one of the mosques. I popped into one of the shops, & on our way home Yaz-Na spotted us from a cafe and beckoned us inside. She suggested we try a cold drink that seemed to be very much like a smoothy to me. She explained it was an anti-oxidant made from corn. I enjoyed mine so much I finished Amanda's as she wasn't too keen.
We hit the road dropping Yaz-Na off at the other end of the city. The drive to Mostar took two hours and was done on good roads & in sunshine.
At Mostar we avoided opportunists trying to charge us for parking. We managed to find a free space just yards from the Old town with two policemen on duty.
Although the sun had been out in Sarajevo the temperature here was noticeably warmer. After wandering around the shops and stopping on the old bridge we found a restaurant with a river view. The fish and wine were very nice again. Our waiter had also heard of Newcastle & Big Al. The bread served with lunch was for all intents and purposes a stottie, in texture & taste. Quite bizarre that such different cultures in Europe make the same bread.
The drive to Dubrovnik was not as coastal as we ha hoped and did in once crossing the border twice. On this well travelled route we were straight through.
We arrived in Dubrovnik at nightfall two & a half hours after leaving Mostar. Our last night on holiday was to be spent at the Hilton. Stefan had booked this on points, & when we arrived we had been given an upgrade to a suite with a sea and city view. This also included complimentary drinks in the executive lounge & breakfast.
Due to the late arrival we gave the pool & jacuzzi a miss and grabbed a drink in the lounge. We did not let the two men sat at the table next to us put us off despite the persistent intent glares.
Our first port of call was a wine tasting where we learnt more about the Croatian wine growing regions. Also we were told that the cruise ships descend on Dubrovnik the next day. A good job we were leaving then. The lady here recommended a restaurant for dinner, and it did not disappoint. We were quite European taking the last table at 21:30.
We then moved around the old town exploring new bars. We did pop in to the Irish bar for one. I feel it would have been rude not too. In here we debated over the nationality of teo girls chatting to a group of guys. Amanda went for spanish & I went for American. It turns out the girls were from New York, & now teach in Spain. The final bar of the night we found by following the sound of music. As it was a small bar conversation opened up to all present. Once again I was surprised that two people present had heard of NUFC. This time though there was no mention of Shearer. They exclaimed Newcastle! Ketsbaia! This led to good chats and some complimentary shots for Stefan & I that we didn't need at all.
When we retuned to the Hilton, around 2:15am. Stefan & I enjoyed a final beer on our balcony. Amanda very cleverly or perhaps for other reasons, went straight to sleep.