Inspiration. Travel. Life.
To our delight, the train departs on time and soon enough we are weaving our way along the greenest of mountains and bluest of rivers. No-one seems to talk about the side of Bosnia that rivals Austria or Slovenia vista wise and yet they really should. The journey from Sarajevo to Mostar is stunning.
As it happens, the bus is an hour late. The driver does not speak English to explain/seem to care why and as we are the last pickup the only two seats available are at opposite ends of the bus. Granted it is a minibus but still, we’re not off to the best of starts. I …