Sorry folks! I had the post all ready to go and then it deleted part, so I had to re-write. But you’re in luck! I have a hat-trick of posts for you today 🙂 enjoy!

Apr 22
Met my guide, Niksa (nik-sha), and the other 5 people in my group and off we went, in the direction of Bosnia and Herzegovina. I’ll admit I’m apparently ignorant because I hadn’t heard of Herzegovina before, nor did I know that it was a joint country with Bosnia. We crossed the border into Bosnia & Herzegovina, drove 20 km, crossed back into Croatia, then about 45 min later, back into Bosnia & Herzegovina. ** We only had to show our passports at the last “real” border, but sadly they did not stamp my passport! (C’mon people, I paid a lot of money for this – at least gimme a stamp!)
when we arrived in Mostar, we had a local university student take us on a walking tour around Old Town and over Old Bridge (made of marble?). During the Homeland War, this bridge was bombed and destroyed, but several years later they restored it to its original state. Sadly, many other buildings have still not been restored, and the juxtaposition of them beside newer construction is somewhat eerie.
Our group wandered the main street, listening to traditional music (Whitney Houston’s I wanna dance with somebody) and finally settled on our restaurant. We ordered the traditional plate, which had lots of stuff on it, ALL of which was delicious! I bought my fridge magnet, postcards and some earrings, then hurriedly wrote my postcard so I could send it. Unfortunately, the post office was the only place that wouldn’t take credit card, Euros or Kunas (only Konvertible Marks) so I had to wait to mail the postcard when I returned to Croatia 😦
Crossing the border on the way back took a little longer, yet still no stamp! We stopped briefly at the little town, long enough for Yoshi and I to buy a cup of Turkish coffee (for 1 euro!) . Continued the drive back to the city in heavy rain.
Once back, I joined some hostelers for dinner at a nearby restaurant. The torrential downpour began again as we were eating, but let up slightly so we headed out, only to be caught in the deluge minutes later! The water was actually causing waterfalls to cascade down the city stairs, and in the 4 min it took me to get to the hostel, I was drenched! I changed into my pjs, laid out my wet clothes to dry, packed my bags and went to sleep.

** Dubrovnik was a very wealthy city, and historically paid for their safety. When the Ottoman Empire was coming through, Dubrovnik negotiated their continued independence /safety by giving the Empire 20km of coastline about 300 years ago.