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admin — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 12:11:37 +0000

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I was walking up the hill just west of central Sarajevo when I saw this old lady fighting the hill with two big bags of water. I gave her a hand and she talked to me in about six languages, including a few words in Swedish. She had some relatives in Sweden, named Mattias and Mats that is about all i could gather. She had the air of a well educated but seemingly she lived quite poorly. As we climbed the hill she talked to the locals kids who were playing football and pinched one or two in the cheek to check for age (?). After helping her up the hill, you can see a man in the background of the photo of her, i was invited for a tea.

man who invited me for tea and cherries

The man did not speak a single word of any language I know and out conversation again was more a matter of pointing and smiling, which he was good at! It really made my day, filled with this spirit I kept looking around town a while before heading home with a smiling face.

I plan to go south, Mostar, to the coast and down to Montenegro and then on to Albania and northern Greece over to Turkey. This seems like the best route at the moment, I hope for a bit of sun!

I saw this girl walking down the street, I like the way she runs the umbrella!

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Sarajevo

admin — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 09:38:38 +0000

Svenska: RES and Outside

What a life I lead in Balkan. Things are up and down. I was longing for home after being attacked by dogs the other day. Most likely I was tired too and maybe I did not eat enough or whatever it was it is gone now and i’m ready for the world again.

I left bihac with a tear in my eye. The people there was among the worlds finest. On the way out the police stopped me, I thought they would give me a hard time but they were really interested in my trip and one of them invited me to his home in case I would Need a place to stay.
I met some swedish people in the evening when I stopped I Kljuc. I was really surprised when the clerk at the supermarket answered me in swedish. I was Tired and I looked at her a moment before my brain registered. It is not that strange I guess, in this part of Bosnia there is a lot of people who have spent some time in sweden. I found a campsite just by a river and I slept like a log.

From kljuc I went via Jajce to Turbe. This part of europe is really up and down. I was Tired when I reached Turbe after climbing up to over 900m, I was going to stay I Vlasic and I knew that there was a bit more uphill, though I did not expect 21km uphill and I really miscalculated my motivation and with 2km left to go I had to walk with the bike. I had left my bags to my friend to bring to the house but I was just knackered, I was dizzy and irritated and there was now energy left. if a dog would have attacked me in This state I probably would have eaten the poor bastard.

I spent a day in the mountains in great company and then I headed east in the rain and the fog. I felt a flu coming on, sneezing all the way to sarajevo. Here I stay first class with the dad of my friend from Zagreb. I Need a bit of time to recover from the cold and too make up my mind on where to go. Mostar is a must and then?

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Bihac

admin — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 18:43:58 +0000

I’ve just been fed, homemade Burek, a kind of oily pastry filled with mixed meat for the main course. For starter we had a soup of fantastic measure, made by the father. He seemed proud of this soup, and he should be, it was outstanding with a slight touch of fantastic, still more or less simple. The man is retired, still keen and agile and he is repainting one of the rooms.

I need to reflect over some of the things i have seen at this moment. After leaving Zagreb I stated to run into villages with great scares from the war, bombed houses, facades with holes from bullets – details of a war. One can imagine the horror that once ruled these towns and villages as the grenades rained over the houses. Moment of clarity.

At the same time i have never met as friendly, happy and open people as here. It seems everybody is smiling or are they just laughing at me and my fully loaded bike?

Talking to the older of the two sons in the family I realised his hunger for life, that he does not like to sleep but rather stays up long to read and wakes up early to work. He told me today, and i think it came at the right time when i was a bit down, that we should be happy for every day we have. I can see this, and hearing this from someone who have lived three and a half years of his life in a war, it makes more sense.

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