Bosnia: instantly one of my favorite places I’ve ever been

While I “only” made it to Mostar and the surrounding area (a detour to Montenegro got in the way of coming back to Bosnia for Sarajevo and more), I cannot say enough about Bosnia and Herzegovina. I ended up extending my stay by a night, and it turned out to be one of the best decisions of my trip. If you didn’t have Bosnia and the Balkans on your radar, add it. Now. 

I got in to Mostar, Bosnia mid-afternoon, my first place I showed up without a reservation of somewhere to sleep. I rang the bell at the Hostel Majdas, which had great reviews online and which I’d luckily starred on my map. I was ushered into the courtyard by a young woman who sat me down at one of the picnic tables, handed me some colored markers and some fresh cake, and asked me to create a colorful nametag for myself while she went off to make me hot tea. Living the life much?

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The row of shoes outside the hostel entrance (you’ll definitely be asked to remove shoes inside any house in Bosnia)

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The outside courtyard of the hostel where everyone eats breakfast


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Inside the hostel living room on the first night


Once I was all checked in, I browsed some of the travel books on Montenegro and Bosnia she had on a bookshelf and got ready to go wander out to see the Stari Most bridge, the bridge that was built in the 16th-century, destroyed by Croat bombing in 1993 and then recreated from the original stones in 2004. On the way out, came across an Australian girl curled up on the couch drinking tea and a Dutch guy with long hair. Talked to them for a bit (turns out the Dutch guy is traveling for 2+ years, spent 5 months in Mexico, and is only planning to stop when he runs out of money), and then the Australian girl ended up joining me to go out and wander.

The main street of the city (from what I can tell) is much more lively than I expected. Kebab shops and little cafes line a cobblestone street, and you eventually get into a really cobblestoned street just before the bridge (which, by the way, is really hard to walk across since it’s so steep and the stones are so slippery). There are actually elevated stones across the whole thing to help you stop from slipping. It was nice to see it at night and see all the mosques lit up across the city. There are 26 of them – all destroyed during the fighting but now rebuilt. On the way back, we stopped in to a quick place for cevapi – basically beef and lamb grilled meat sausages served with onions and pita and ajvar (red pepper paste). For 5 euro total, we got a massive plate of it and brought it back to the hostel to eat outside. On the way out, a table of 2 middle-aged women and men stopped us to ask where we were from. Sadly, I’ve realized my instant reaction is to want to say “American” and expect jokes or semi-insults. Instead, one of the women lit up and talked my ear off (in a great way) about how her family now lives in New Jersey and how excited she was that we were visiting, and offered help with any part of the rest of our trip. It’s the first time I can really remember in traveling that someone was so excited to hear from an American and so welcoming and surprised about my own time in their country.

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Back at the hostel, a huge group got back from a tour organized by the hostel, raving about everything they saw. Again, the beauty of traveling without plans: I decided on a whim to stay an extra night and go on the tour the next day. It’s just too worth it, they kept saying.

So, just like that, after an amazing homemade breakfast in the courtyard made by Majda herself, the group of us (including the Dutch guy and the Australian girl) got in Bata’s van and headed outside the city. Before that, though, I did stop by the Sniper’s Tower in Mostar, an old bank that was used by snipers and professional killers in the Bosnian War to terrorize the Bosnian part of the city. While I didn’t climb up to the top because I was short on time, it’s an eery place to be even on the ground floor. There’s politically-related street art all over, hanging TV boxes left over, and main stairwells still intact, but missing all railings. On the top floor, casings of the bullets still lie there. The building was chosen because it’s one of the tallest in the city and easily separates the city. Hearing our guide later that day tell us all about how best friends of his from school became enemies of his overnight, shooting down from the roof of this building to try to kill him just for being from a Muslim family, gives you chills. The city itself is very much divided, but not by the media-propagated line of the river. Instead, it’s where this sniper tower lies and then beyond. To this day, every year the government from Sarajevo (mostly made up of Croats) decides which buildings in Mostar to renovate. Yet, every year, it’s the buildings where the Serbs and Croats live that are redone, and the Muslim area is left in complete disrepair. Buildings are bombed out, rubble left, and gunshots left on walls. 

The sniper's tower from farther away

The sniper’s tower from farther away

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Could not imagine this man standing here 22 years ago

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Our tour guide later took us by some buildings and left us with one piece of advice: “in Mostar, appearances can be deceiving.” One building which looks very intact, he explained, is actually nothing but concrete inside. It’s all an illusion. Next door, a building which used to house indoor baths was redone by the Italians. The only indoor swimming pool for all of Mostar, a city of 113,000 people? 12×8 meters. People now wait 2 months to get 30 minutes of wading in a kiddie pool. We pulled around a corner, and he showed us the patio of a grand hotel where he remembers eating ice cream and watching live music every week as a treat. The whole building is now completely bombed out and left that way, next door to Tito’s old villa, also in ruins. On the other side of the plaza, a bank sits almost inside a mosque. The bank, our guide explained, continues to take advantage of citizens. Entering? You pay. Exiting? You pay. Across the way, the Bristol Hotel looks perfectly intact and shining, just across the river. We also drove by a completely destroyed building with beautiful carvings somehow still intact. We all had turns guessing what it used to be and it says something that it’s almost impossible to tell. Turns out it used to be the biggest shopping mall, where our guide remembers coming as a kid. It’s haunting to see so many buildings, those of a fully functioning city, and so familiar to anyone, completely destroyed during my lifetime. To imagine that this city would have looked much like any other just over 20 years ago, and that now, Bosnia is mostly associated with war and destruction and fighting, at least in the States. Our guide was overwhelmingly upbeat during this part of the tour in the city, and it just goes to show the mentality of so many people here who were left with so little: positivity overcomes anything. How else can you live with seeing your own city gone, your friends turn on you, and your home a new place in the world?

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The only indoor pool is behind this building, since redone by Italians. There is a plaque honoring the Italians for the capital put in.

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That building on the left is where our guide remembers going to outdoor concerts over the river.

That building on the left is where our guide remembers going to outdoor concerts over the river.

During the tour, our guide explained just some of the situation still going on in Bosnia today. He questioned our views on Bosnia and on the terms we’d heard. “Bosniak,” for example, is a term that can be seen as segregating. In every election, a Bosnian citizen has to fill out “Serb, Croat, or Bosniak,” assuming that a Bosniak is a Muslim in some ways. Bosnian citizens have almost been forced to identify in ways they never had to before the war. Education is now the biggest war going on in the country. Muslim and Croat students still go to schools separately, one group in the morning, one in the afternoon. Having come from working at an education group that specifically focused on integrated education, this is mind-blowing to me, and does represent scary signs for the future. We kept coming across a symbol of a cross inside a U shape – representing old Croat fighters, all drawn by school kids. Eery. Soccer clubs are still separated between Muslims and Croats, and only Croat kids play in the glamorous soccer stadium. All kids at university must learn in Croat, so that some kids feel like strangers in their own home. At one point, we passed a huge hill with a cross on top. Seemingly innocent, it’s actually where Serb soldiers rolled tires filled with ammunition down the hill onto Muslim homes. To imagine living through this, or that people who lived together could get to this point and destroy their own city just brings horror to my mind. At one point, he said that the UN and the world gave Bosnians one of the worst things you can give someone during war: “hope.”

On a different note, when it comes to the tour that day, besides all the history made especially personal by someone who lived through it and escaped for 14 years before returning home, all I can say is I’m so glad I decided to stay for this day. We got to go to waterfalls just on the border with Croatia, go swimming in the actual waterfalls, have a huge plate of cevapi and fries and a massive bowl of tomatoes and cucumbers right by the water. The water was freezing but it was so worth it, and when you’re traveling, you’ll do some crazy things.

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Kravice Falls

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Nothing but happy here

We also went to a medieval city, Pocitelj, that blew my mind. The city was apparently built by Bosnia’s King in 1383, and is actually a fortified complex. It’s so interesting to see both the Ottoman and Medieval architecture, and to see people still walking around who have moved back since the war (mostly older generations). In 1996, it was actually named one of the world’s 100 most endangered cultural sites, and in 2000, a program was put in place to try to restore it as it was and protect any further deterioration. You can learn some more about it here. Definitely worth checking out, and some gorgeous views from there. We got to sit on an old wall overlooking the complex, and it was one of those moments I felt so happy to be here on this trip doing this. On our walk we came across a woman and her son putting together bags of walnuts, and she handed us all some fresh ones to crack with a rock and eat right there.

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Sitting on a fortress wall overlooking the river

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Inside the fortress tower

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Box of fresh walnuts in Pocitelj

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We went in to an older woman’s house, too, and she served us her homemade syrups (the mint one was by far the best), and plates and plates of dried figs and apricots, biscuits, fresh peaches and grapes and melon, baklava, and even went through a Bosnian coffee demonstration. Finally, our last stop was the Dervish Monastery (Blagaj Tekke), which is gorgeously carved into the rock. A cave right above the water is right next to it, and apparently goes so deep that an auditorium-like opening way far back mysteriously gets light from a tiny hole near where we were standing. I really hoped to stay an extra day to come back in daylight and go back into the cave by boat, but I guess that will have to be for another trip.

Bosnian coffee!

Bosnian coffee!

Fresh fruit - finally!

Fresh fruit – finally!

Baklava to end the meal


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The Dervish Monastery at night


Photo Credit: Adrift Anywhere

In fact, after checking out Susan from Adrift Anywhere’s post on the monastery, I now want to come back more than ever to go inside and explore the area more. The place itself is seriously beautiful, so I can only imagine the inside as well.

We all left massively full and happy, and Bata drove us back, bouncing and squeezing through in his jumpy white van. Back at the hostel, Majda had made us all homemade vegetable soup, and the Australians made sure everyone was well taken care of with hot tea.

Once most everyone had gone to sleep, it was just the Australian girl and me still up, making plans for the next few days. I sketched out all my bus times and schedules for getting to Sarajevo in the morning and then to a national park in Montenegro and back up to Belgrade. Just before closing up, I checked the weather, though, and realized the one day I had planned for my hike was 70% chance of rain. At 1am, one whole new written down set of schedules later, I ended up booking a bus from Montenegro the next morning. I realized the next morning that booking was probably silly since printing was required, and luckily Bosnians are some of the nicest people I’ve met, and the bus driver reassured me over and over “it’s ok, it’s ok” and walked me all the way over to a printing place to get my ticket arranged. I cannot get over how nice and accommodating people are, and how much they go out of their way to help.

Being in Bosnia is both inspiring and haunting at the same time, at least in Mostar. It’s a place where history almost stays at a standstill – where many buildings remain in the exact same state as they were just after the war. And the people I met reflect that in some ways as well. Most people escaped, smuggled out of their homes to safety in foreign countries, where they stayed for 15-20 years before coming back recently. And it made me think of places like Syria, where refugees are currently leaving, and may come back to a place void of any infrastructure, as happened in Bosnia. But it remains one of the most fascinating places I’ve visited – even being around people who have been through so much but yet stay more positive than most, and more welcoming. At the bus station as I was leaving, after the bus driver went out of his way to get my ticket printed, another man pointed at my bag and my back. Confused, he reached downwards and handed me a 10 euro bill that was about to fall out of my pocket. And that’s just the kind of place this is. I can’t wait to come back.

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Leaving Bosnia...

Leaving Bosnia…


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