Two Tickets To…Sarajevo – Part One!

Hi everyone! Time for quite possibly our favourite surprise city of the entire trip. Sarajevo is amazing. We could have spent a whole week there and not got bored.

The history is incredible. The people are fascinating. The scenery is fantastic. It’s an absolute gem of a place. So much so that we’re going to split our Sarajevo blogs into two parts to do it justice.

Sarajevo Meeting of Cultures
Welcome to Sarajevo!

Day One in Sarajevo

Sarajevo is about a 3 hour bus journey from Mostar, where we’d enjoyed some beautiful weather during a one night stay. Unfortunately, a lot can change in 3 hours. By the time we’d arrived in Bosnia’s capital, there was a definite storm brewing. We’ve said it once, and we’ll say it again – the Balkans loves a good storm, and we’d lost count of them by this stage.

We’d taken a bit of an accommodation risk with Sarajevo. For the princely sum of 8 euros between the two of us, we had the pleasure of staying in what was effectively another room in somebody’s house, with one of the only shared toilets of the entire trip. But for 4 euros each a night, we decided we could endure this.

The internet reviews warned us that it was up a big hill and pretty hard to find. The bus station was on the wrong side of the city, so we paid a small fee for a transfer from our host. The charming Emil greeted us at the station, before whisking us off for our first experience of Sarajevo city driving.

Heading to our Sarajevo accommodation

Safe to say, and as Emil repeatedly told us during our stay, if you can learn to drive in Sarajevo, then you can drive anywhere. It’s hard to believe that you’re technically in Europe as you watch everyone around you undercut, overcut, undertake, overtake, and try to ram each other off the road whilst honking their horns. It’s an experience – that’s for sure.

Anyway, we made it safely to Emil’s flat and were pleased to find that the room was nice and big. We also had the bathroom to ourselves! Sure, there were some minor problems like a complete lack of curtains in the bedroom and an equally baffling lack of sink in the bathroom – but who needs a sink when you can brush your teeth in the shower? And who needs curtains when there’s too much to explore to even think about sleeping in? To quote an oft-used phrase from my year abroad: “you can sleep when you’re dead.”

Now, the trouble with Emil’s place (as lovely as it was) was that it genuinely was in the middle of nowhere (relatively), and we’d arrived quite late. Too late and too tired to trek down the hill and back up to find food.

View of Sarajevo from the hills
Trek into town? No thanks.

Finding food in the Sarajevo suburbs

And so, with Emil having bid us farewell and headed in town, we unpacked our things and headed off in the direction of a shop he’d told us about. To cut a relatively short story even shorter, the shop was barren. I have no idea how it could even function as somewhere for people to stock up their kitchens.

It wasn’t so much that there was a lack of food – it was that all the food was useless. They had giant slabs of meat hanging in fridges. Too large for any average person to buy. They had industrial sized packets of noodles – but nothing to go with them. It was bizarre.

In the end, we bought the only things in the shop that we could consume without needing a cow-sized oven or a stove. A packet of biscuits, some peach juice, and some long-life pain au chocolats. You’ve never lived until you’ve eaten pastry that is safe to eat until 2018 – three years in the future. Utterly depressed by the meal we were about to ‘enjoy’, we headed back to the flat – where we discovered that we couldn’t get in the front door. Great.

Locked out of our accommodation!

We tried everything to get the keys to work. At least 15 minutes of fiddling, barging, shaking, and whatever other strange things people do when their keys aren’t working. Eventually, we had to give in and text Emil to tell him we were locked out. And, bless him, he left his socialising and drove back up to let us in. But, much to our embarrassment, we just weren’t pressing down on the handle hard enough. Seriously. Ah well, at least there were adorable kittens to keep us amused if we ever had trouble getting in again.

Balcony kittens in Sarajevo
Look at these guys!!

After thanking Emil profusely, we sat on the floor and tucked into our feast. The less said about it, the better. By the time it was over, we had decided we’d head to bed – Emil was picking us up early the following day to take us on a tour of the city. Bring it on.

World's most depressing dinner
The world’s most depressing dinner….

Day Two in Sarajevo

We woke up to thunderstorms. That will come as no surprise to anybody who’s been following our Balkan adventure from the very beginning. Deafening thunder, torrential rain and very bright lightening. It was fantastic to watch from our curtainless window – but we hoped it would be over by the time Emil arrived to show us around.

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We woke up to this…

The thunderstorm had become nothing more than a slight downpour when we heard the car pulling up outside. So, armed with umbrellas and our very lightweight rain jackets, we first headed into the city centre. Emil’s English wasn’t perfect, but he nonetheless made for a very informative and friendly guide.

A local tour of Sarajevo

We don’t often go for structured tours, but this was good fun. It’s really great to hear about the history of somewhere like Sarajevo from a local who has experienced it first hand. Emil took us through the streets, telling us tales of his family during the war. He also explained the ancient history of the place, from the infamous origins of WWI to the Ottoman rulers in centuries gone by.

Wandering into the Bazaar was incredibly cool, and we stopped for a bite to eat at somewhere we’d never have been brave enough to go into ourselves. A proper local place, where everyone inside knew each other – really fun, but slightly intimidating for two English students who don’t speak a word of the language.

We had some traditional Bosnian Cevapi (mince sausages, flatbread, onions) – a medium for Lucy and a large for Matt, who also braved a sour milk drink. We’ll pretend it was nice…

After the whirlwind tour of the city centre, it was back into Emil’s car to head into the hills above the city. Wow! What a view! Mountains surround Sarajevo, and too few people will ever venture up into them to look down on the city.

We certainly would never have done without being encouraged to! We stopped off at a cafe (the views were already good – although we did get chased by a pack of wild dogs as we were pulling in!!), and Emil showed us how to drink Bosnian coffee. Delicious, and lovely to have another sit down and chat in a very non-tourist venue.

The final stop on the grand tour was Bijela Tabija, an old fortress in the hills overlooking the city’s eastern side. Again, more fantastic views of Sarajevo, and we had the place to ourselves thanks to the atrocious weather! It’s not a big place by any means, but there’s something fascinating about these old monuments which are effectively crumbling into ruin.

I think we’d rather spend time wandering around somewhere like that undisturbed than have to endure a tidal wave of overenthusiastic tourists crammed into a pristine castle/building. But that’s just Lucy and I being grumpy and antisocial. Maybe we’re getting old.

Anyway, the tour was officially over, and Emil dropped us back in the middle of town. It was time to explore Sarajevo at our own pace – and we had grand plans. First, we wanted to visit the old bobsleigh track, used during the 1984 Winter Olympics but now an abandoned victim of the war.

We were also fascinated by the ‘Tunnel of Hope’ – a smuggling tunnel built by the resistance during the siege of Sarajevo to ensure supplies were still brought into the city. We aimed to find a tour company that could roll both those things into one. Spoiler alert: we did – but you’ll have to stay tuned for Part 2 to hear more about it!

Sarajevo river
Stay tuned for more!

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