B&H

Arrived early this afternoon in Sarajevo, approximately on time, at the right bus station, to find Alex and Nikki waiting for us, as planned a bunch of weeks ago. I didn't think it was particularly unlikely that things would go well, but I'm still happily surprised that planes were on time, we got to our guesthouse in Dubrovnik, Croatia in one piece, woke up in time the next morning, that there was in fact a bus to Sarajevo, and that we caught it.

I feel that if I write it down I'll do a better job of remembering one evening in Dubrovnik (swarming Euro-tourist town with an ancient, walled castle city as an old town), our stopover on the way to Bosnia-Herzegovina. The guesthouse was run by a woman in her late thirties, a really hospitable person who woke us up at seven this morning and served us sludgy coffee, grenadine water, and cornflakes. The view was of the port and small mountains, the sea. A few islands. Croatia was similar to the south of France. There were construction projects everywhere, not just hotels but what looked to be local houses as well.

We can watch Al Jazeera here and I don't think I'd even seen a mosque (irl) until today. We are staying at Alex's uncle's friend's apartment in a large apartment block.