We got the hook-up. Our hostel informed us that they could book us a mini-bus from Sarajevo to Belgrade for less than the train, no overnight baloney. And best of all, we had an extra day, which we all immediately decided to spend in Sarajevo. No bones about that, we were here for another day.
Day four of the trip: we wake up to indecisive weather. It was sunny one minute, threatening rain the next. We didn't actually hit any rain for the most part, so that was definitely to our benefit. We had seen what we wanted to see and all that was left was finding the souvenirs, the postcards, the knick-knacks and chotchkies.
Wandering the market, I found this absolutely phenomenal print of a Nazi propaganda proposing a serious ransom on Josip Tito's head. Seriously, if there was any way it could have been transported back home safe, it would be framed and on my wall in a skinny minute. I wavered and eventually said, "I'll think about it" to the shop-keep and began my what-ifs. On top of everything, this vintage amazingness was only 20 KM (about $15, or 20 Captain Crunch Marks, as we began to call them). Too bad.
We camped out/napped out in the hostel common room until it was time to leave this fair city, on the mini-bus to Belgrade. This trip, supposed to leave at 3 pm and take 5 hours, turned out to be leaving at 4:30 and take 7 hours. But we got there. And, oh how we got there. I have been on some mountain drives, but going through the Dinaric Alps regularly accosted us gorgeous views not too dissimilar from this lovely online pic I found:
Day four of the trip: we wake up to indecisive weather. It was sunny one minute, threatening rain the next. We didn't actually hit any rain for the most part, so that was definitely to our benefit. We had seen what we wanted to see and all that was left was finding the souvenirs, the postcards, the knick-knacks and chotchkies.
Wandering the market, I found this absolutely phenomenal print of a Nazi propaganda proposing a serious ransom on Josip Tito's head. Seriously, if there was any way it could have been transported back home safe, it would be framed and on my wall in a skinny minute. I wavered and eventually said, "I'll think about it" to the shop-keep and began my what-ifs. On top of everything, this vintage amazingness was only 20 KM (about $15, or 20 Captain Crunch Marks, as we began to call them). Too bad.
We camped out/napped out in the hostel common room until it was time to leave this fair city, on the mini-bus to Belgrade. This trip, supposed to leave at 3 pm and take 5 hours, turned out to be leaving at 4:30 and take 7 hours. But we got there. And, oh how we got there. I have been on some mountain drives, but going through the Dinaric Alps regularly accosted us gorgeous views not too dissimilar from this lovely online pic I found:
A gorgeous drive to end time in a beautfiul city within a wonderful country.
Not to mention that the Serbs in the seats in front of us were listening to that Muppet Show classic, Mana Mana. Or however it's spelled.
And so, from there, we find Belgrade. Now, this city is known as the "White City", but rolling in, it's very obvious why tour guide books let us know that we should get used to all the shades of gray in the color palate. It may be dark outside, close to midnight, but we can tell that this city has maintained an aesthetic that is far from colorful. But final judgment will have to wait until tomorrow. For now, it's pizza and a beer, and off to bed.
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