Drive to Sarajevo

Wednesday, March 2nd. Today I ate an oyster. A first. But I’d slathered so much lemon juice on it, then swallowed it so rapidly, I have no idea how it tasted. But I didn’t enjoy the experience.

Left Dubrovnik for Sarajevo. The bus ride was long, but much more interesting than a plane flight. Visited a Salt factory and old territory that build a long wall to protect themselves from invaders.

Due to some ancient agreement, Bosnia & Herzegovina has a 15 mile extension that reaches the Adriatic. So one must go through B&H (and it’s Customs) to get from the southern part of Croatia to the main part. There’s a Croatian peninsula which juts north of the B&H section, so Croatia has had built (by China) a bridge from the mainland north of B&H out to the peninsula. It’s completed, but not the roadway. Due to open next year. It’s beautiful. What will happen financially to the resort town in B&H when the bypass opens is a mystery.

Had the oyster experience. The cost was $1 per oyster. Surprisingly, their oysters have a 50% or less survival rate.

Arrived in Mostar for lunch. Mostar has one of the more famous ancient bridges in the world. Destroyed during their 1990’s war, then rebuilt with donations from many countries, mostly Italy. Pretty. Lunch was okay. Souvenir shops were plentiful, but not oppresive.

As we approached Sarajevo snow appeared in the hills, but there was none on the road. A relief, because the roads did not look safe.

Had dinner in Sarajevo. Delicious local cevapi, sausages nestled in a half-loaf of flatbread. Very satisfying.

Though it was a long day on a bus, we took frequent interesting stops. During the ride, our Leader tried to explain the 1990s wars. Many people slept instead.

Called the second longest wall in the world at 4km. I kinda doubt it, but it is impressive.
Salt.
“Let’s just get this over with.”
Oyster farming.
Really pretty, unopened bridge.
Left unrepaired from WWII as a remembrance.
Old and new.
Mostar bridge. It would be nice if it was the original bridge, but pretty nonetheless.
Even dry as a bone, the bridge is slippery.
Veal on a spit, turned by water power.
Our restaurant owner’s wife had a baby boy literally while we were eating.
Happy Birthday flare.

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