Daily Archives: 8 September, 2006

fools rush in…


the rebuilt bridge  mostar, war-torn bosnia-hercegovina


i personally think all soviet-era buildings should suffer this fate  mostar, war-stuffed bosnia-hercegovina


the bridge at night  mostar, war-ravaged bosnia-hercegovina


the lone fruit peddler  mostar, war-imperiled bosnia-hercegovina

survivied a heavily caffeinated morning, enjoyed a final bit of relaxation with passenger, dropped her off at the airport and headed for mostar in war-torn bosnia. yet another place that failed to impress me upon first glance. add to that the most difficult border cossing iユve had on this trip, and very little information on where to stay when i got to where i got. it is a typical example of where my lack of patience upon arrival in a new place works against me. i found what i thought was a nice centrally located hotel, checked in, went for a stroll, and 2 km away stumble into the old town… the adorable heart of mostar where accomodation is more cheap, more quaint, more beautiful, more fun… it pains me that i repeat this mistake so often. so, silver linings must be gleaned, and i kid myself that my stupidity is actually an asset that introduced me to the side of a town most people don’t (and shouldn’t) see…
the old town of mostar is a thing of beauty. terraced stone structures stacked atop one another on either side of a river that is bridged by a recently rebuilt replica of the 500 year old version which was blown up during the war years… first by the yugoslav army and then by croats. i stayed on the croat side, but the party was on the muslim side. if there is residual tension between the two, i couldn’t feel it… me with my 24 hour tourist survey.
i saw an empty eatery next to a cemetery on the main street of the muslim side and thought to myself that the owner must have missed the ‘location’ lesson in the opening-your-own-restaurant seminar… then i noticed that all the gravestones shared a common feature… death in 1993. maybe the restaurant location novelty doesn’t rate anymore… stupid tourist moves on… slinking, sobering feeling slowly dissolves with ice cream opiate…