Slept well despite the bed being short and the strange East European custom of having 2 single doonas for a queen size bed, woke up around 07:00.
Discovered that the shower floor slopes away from the drain so the bathroom floor became a huge puddle.
Also discovered that the bed and breakfast is just a bed, it doesn’t include breakfast so we headed out. It was very cold, 5c, but was sunny and set to get to 20c later in the day.
Went back to the main street to look for breakfast. There were lots of cafes offering a wide range of choice. We could have meat in Turkish bread, or meat in Turkish bread, some places had meat in Turkish bread while others had meat in Turkish bread. There was even one place that had meat in Turkish bread. We decided to have meat in Turkish bread. It was actually pretty good – small lamb sausages in a Turkish bread pocket, cream cheese and onion. It’s called cevapi. Cost $12.30.
Went to a couple of travel agents to ask about getting to Mostar and Dubrovnik tomorrow. According to the web the last bus from Mostar to Dubrovnik leaves at 12:30 and it takes about 3 hours from Sarajevo, so we needed to get the early bus at 06:00, which meant getting up at around 04:30. I thought we should skip it, but Song said to go to the bus station to check.
By now it had warmed up and was t shirt weather, sunny and about 20c. Hopped on a packed tram, didn’t pay, then a quick walk where we bought a ticket to Mostar at 08:15 – much better, and cost $24.60 for 2 of us.
Got back on the tram, didn’t pay (we really tried, but you couldn’t move on them and it was only a few stops), then sat down for an ice cream in a smoky cafe. They don’t smoke as much as Serbians, but it’s still disgusting. They do like their ice cream here, there are loads of shops.
Wandered around a bit in the glorious weather, looking at the bullet holes in the buildings and the invitations to museums of war crimes and atrocities, and others on the siege of Sarajevo and the war.
To cheer ourselves up we went to the Latin Bridge where Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated which started the first world war.
Walked along the river then back to the hotel where there were 2 cold beers waiting that Song had bought at one of the bus stops the day before.
Sat in the room and relaxed, reading the internet and watching TV. It’s odd to think, but Sarajevo is a Muslim city, apparent by the mosques every few blocks, and the call to prayer that drifts out every few hours.
Did some research on the restaurant, picked a seafood one because Song likes seafood and I don’t mind it, and the meat here is too heavy.
Went shopping first, bought a fridge magnet and Song bought a ring and some earrings.
Walked to the restaurant, best seafood restaurant in Sarajevo. Ironically we were headed towards it yesterday but I didn’t fancy walking up the hill, so instead we ended up at the crappy one.
This one was not crappy by any means.
Song ordered fish soup, I ordered mushroom soup to start and also a glass of wine. We opted to share a mixed seafood platter.
There was only one other table occupied because it was early, and of course they were smoking.
The soup was very nice, and as we were eating the chef came out and threw our fish on the grill that was against the wall in the restaurant.
The platter was presented in one dish – 2 whole fish, 2 scampi, octopus and shell fish. The waiter deboned the fish and served it to us. It was very good. Not as good as the tuna steak I had in Belgrade the first night, but better than the stuffed calamari. Cost $72.
Couldn’t face dessert, and even gave up the idea of an ice cream on the way back.
Heaved myself out of the chair, squeezed out of the door and waddled down the road, went for a walk down the main street again, bought some food for the bus trip, then back to the hotel.
