2009-01-20

CROATIA - Dubbrovnik

Tuesday, Dec. 23

Fortunately the bus ride from Split to Dubrovnik was less painful and much shorter (4 hours). This is a city that I had been waiting to see since I was in grade school and came across some photographs of it while doing a research report on the former Yugoslavia.

We stayed, however, about 4 kilometers away from the much-photographed Old Town (Stari Grad) on a large peninsula. It was this peninsula that we explored first.








We found some beautiful and challenging trails at the top of the peninsula's three hills.








Entering Old Town


We arrived just in time to walk the City Walls. You have to pay to ascend up to these walls, and we only had 40 minutes left to hurry around them (it usually takes over an hour). Nonetheless, it would have been worth 10 times the price.





Photo taken by my extended hand


Photo taken with the camera on timer, sitting on the city walls














view of Lokrun Island



Place Stradun

Finally, we found 2 guys who could take our picture. We then descended the stairs and entered Old Town




Waiting for the sunset at the other end of Old Town








Christmas in Stari Grad, Dubrovnik


The alleys/streets of Stari Grad reminded us of Venice (without the canals).










The three peaks we ran up to on the first day


Second run - we climbed up a 1500' foot hill with a view of Dubrovnik from above
















view of Old Town from above

This photo deserves some explanation. We were all alone on top of the hill. Here we found a monument surrounded by a platform. I climbed up onto the platform (not the monument itself), reached up to set the camera to timer on the monument, and then was able to climb over a stone wall, jump down 4' and then run over to Susan all in 10 seconds. Needless to say, it took several efforts before I made it to her in time.


Descent




2009-01-19

BOSNIA - Mostar & Blagaj

The day after Christmas, we left Dubrovnik by bus and arrived in Mostar, Bosnia. We had to go through customs several times as for some reason the trip involved us entering Bosnia, crossing back into Croatia, before re-entering Bosnia again.

So far, Italy had inspired us with its amazing history, beautiful architecture, and great food. Croatia had awed us with its gorgeous views of the blue Adriatic. But, Bosnia blew us away.

Bosnia had the most exotic feel (for Westerners anyways), and the friendliest people (maybe just because they're not so overrun with tourists) of all the European countries. It also had, believe it or not, the best food (with the possible exception of Italy). And the saddest history....


Susan found us a room in Mostar that was a guesthouse of a UNESCO world heritage historical site that now serves as a museum. Notice the Eastern (Ottoman) influences in the room decor and architecture).



Courtyard of the Museum/hotel. Constructed 300 years ago, experts of Ottoman architecture consider this house the most beautiful house from the Ottoman period in the Balkans


Hobbiton, I mean Old Town, Mostar. But, this town seriously felt like it was straight out of Lord of the Rings.


The famous Mostar bridge. This bridge was destroyed during the Balkan Wars of the 1990's. Fortunately for us it was restored not too long ago. In the summer, some locals entertain tourists by jumping off this bridge 60' into the river below. Not in the winter, though, Mostar was frigid (and to think we were just running in t-shirts a few days ago in Croatia).




Mostar's artisans are famous for their bronze-work, which is sold in many of these hobbit-shops.


View from the bridge. After seeing clearest blue water imaginable in the Adriatic, it was equally beautiful to see this emerald green river flowing between the hobbit homes of Mostar, under the backdrop of nearby mountains.


The Islamic influence is very evident throughout Bosnia by the minarets that dot the skyline and the Arabic call to prayer which blasts from these minarets 5 times a day.




Along the canals and tributaries of the Neretva River, we found a slew of quaint, picturesque, and of course hobbit-like restaurants. And, unlike Italy, you could get an excellent gourmet meal on the cheap.






Scattered amongst all the beauty are the sad remnants of the recent war. This building, gutted in that war like many other buildings in Mostar and throughout Bosnia, waits to be rebuilt.


Day trip from Mostar to Blagaj where we climbed up to a castle on a hill. Now this place really isn't used to tourists, at least not in the winter. We seemed to have the entire place to ourselves. Making matters worse, the bus that was supposed to have taken us here never showed up (apparently it doesn't run in the off-season). Fortunately, we found a cabbie who not only took us out here, but came back 3 hours later to pick us up. He was thrilled to actually get two fares in one winter day, and we were even more thrilled that we had a ride back to Mostar (we were really worried that he might not return).




Again with the camera timer




Buna spring

Buna River


Semi-famous Blagaj tekke (a Derwish monastery built around 1470) and a strong karstic spring - the source of the Buna River

Hobbit restaurant with canal below and the "Crooked Bridge" in the background


Mostar at night

2009-01-18

BOSNIA - Sarajevo

Saturday, Dec. 27
In the evening we took a train from Mostar to Sarajevo. Now, this train ride fit the stereotype. Let's just say we are glad we didn't see the movie Trans-Siberian before embarking on this part of our voyage. But, let's just say that we only paid about $10/ticket for the 3 hour train ride, so we can't complain.

In contrast to Mostar where you could see the scars here and there if you looked, in Sarajevo you could not escape noticing the ravages of war all around you. Our taxi driver pointed out all the bombed out buildings on our way to our hotel. In passing a destroyed library, he described how an old lady single-handedly saved many of its contents by hauling them hour after hour, day after day, to another place for safe-keeping at the beginning of the siege. The lady who owned our hotel related the story of one of her former maids whose husband was called out of the house by some Serbian military officials during the siege. His cigarette, still smoldering in the ash-tray, would be her last memory of him as he would never be seen again. Our tour guide, a man our age who took us to the Tunnel museum (see below), told stories about how he spent his teenage years not in high school, where he should have been, but in hiding during the four year siege. But, he could not hide all the time. Food was needed, wood had to be found to be used as fuel: the city had no electricity or running water throughout the siege. So, boys like him had to sneak around the city looking for wood. At first they used trees from their own neighborhood and nearby parks. But, when those disappeared they had to venture further and further away, sometimes even across "Sniper Alley" which was a road in which Bosnians were regularly killed by Serbs snipers firing from the mountains above.

Yet, despite all this, the people of Bosnia were the friendliest people we have encountered in Europe thusfar. Whether this bears any relationship to their hardships, or whether they simply have not yet become jaded to tourists, I cannot say. Regardless, I recommend to anyone who visits this region of the world to consider visiting Bosnia, if even for just a day or two.




Tunnel which Bosnians used to smuggle supplies from the Free Bosnian territories across (actually under) enemy lines


Much of the food and supplies that allowed Bosnians to survive the 4-year war came in through this tunnel. Bosnian troops from the outside had to work very hard to keep control of the mountain near the end of this tunnel. If they had lost this mountain, Sarajevo would have been completely cut-off from the outside world.




The corner where the Austro-Hungarin Archduke, Franz Ferdinand, was shot by a teenage assasin in 1914. This single killing is the event that set off World War I and led to the 10's of millions of deaths that resulted from this war.


If I remember the story correctly, the Archduke was taking part in a parade in Sarajevo. Unbeknownst to him, a rebel group of terrorists/patriots (depends which history book you read) called the Black Hand plotted his assassination. Again, as I remember - about 5 or 6 assassins were lined up along the parade route waiting for a chance to make history. Two were too scared, a third had his gun jam, and another misfired. Only one was able to come close to his mark, a grenade that landed on the top of the back part of the Archduke's open-air car. Supposedly, the Archduke batted it way before it could explode and it only hurt one person. Thus, despite all the opportunities, it seemed the Archduke would survive this day. One of the failed assassins, Gavrilo Princip, then went to get a sandwich, where by some strange twist of fate he happened to catch sight of the Archduke when his driver took the wrong turn down this street (photo above). The driver's effort to turn around the vehicle gave Princip all the time he needed. He shot and killed the Archduke and his wife. Austro-Hungary declared war on Serbia. Serbia's ally, Russia, declared war on Austro-Hungary, whose own ally, Germany, declared war on Russia. And so it went on. While given the evils of Nazism and fascism, as well as the rapid expansion of the Japanese empire, one can say World War II was a war that had to be fought, it's hard to make the same case about the first World War. It sure seems pointless to me.








Gazi Husrev Bey's Mosque

Old Town Sarajevo
We found perhaps the best "fast food" we have ever had. No McDonald's or other western chains anywhere in sight. Rather, Sarajevo is full of small diner-like restaurants which serve a variety of delicious kebabs (Eastern influence), and cevapi and other mixed, grilled meats (Slavic influence). We only wish we could have Bosnian food, Croatian landscapes, and Italian history transported to us in Budapest.
Sarajevo is located in a narrow, steep valley surrounded by mountains on all side. Setting out on a run from our hotel near Old Town, we only had to go a few blocks before the streets suddenly became very steep.

Our ascent up Olympic Mountain (Mt. Trebevic) in Sarajevo-
30 minutes after we had left our hotel, we had ascended above all the homes built into the mountain and were now running on a narrow dirt road/trail. We saw very few people after this point - perhaps 6 or 7 hikers plus a couple of younger guys that looked like they were in the mob (We saw several men in both Croatia and Bosnia that looked and acted the part of mobsters, whether or not they really were, who knows? I wasn't going to ask. But, it's funny that we didn't see any such people in Italy where the mafia began)



Bobsled run

There was no snow in the city, but about 4" on top of the mountain, which rose about 3500' above the city (so it was quite a climb to get up there)

Ruins from the 1984 Olympics in the background, full of bullet holes




This mountain, once host to the bobsled events of the 1984 Olympics, is now full of land mines as can be seen in these universally understood signs. Needless to say, Susan and I stayed on the dirt road.




View of Sarajevo from the top