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Day 8 - cont

It was now nearing dinner time but we were still stuffed from the burger at lunch so we went straight for desert. We found the choco cafe which we'd spotted earlier and got involved. We grabbed a fruit smoothie after the waiters recommendation which was great. Then the huge towering ice creams turned up. All chocolate and full of Nesquik like chocolate balls, it tasted great.

We grabbed the bags from the hostel where the hostess had suddenly changed her tune. Attempting to become my best friend, maybe she'd realised she had over reacted originally, who knows. Arriving at the station the night train looked grim from the outside, curtains hanging from a single thread and graffiti everywhere. A member off staff looked at our tickets then lead us onto the train to our cabin. It was actually pretty good, we had a lock on the door and a set of bunk beds. What a result, hopefully we'll get a good nights sleep.

Day 8 - cont

Popping into the hostel before going over the bridge was my idea so we could try and resolve the confusion over payment. There'd been a miss communication about paying for the additional night. I'd understood it to be free of charge whereas she'd expected us to have to pay for it. It was bound to get complicated as the language barrier was an issue to start with. Upon entering the hostel the hostess was in her office, ready to pounce. Before i even opened my mouth she attacked saying i'd accused her of telling lies acting very irate. "Calm down love" were Laura's words! Eventually after me calming her down we agreed to meet halfway, as neither was in the wrong it was just an issue of interpretation.

The hostel issue resolved we headed over to the park over the bridge and walked along the river. There were many docked boats with would burst into live in the evenings as floating bars and clubs. We settled down in front of one dormant club to relax in the shade. 10 minutes later the boat sound system erupted into life, blaring out stupidly loud music for 5 in the afternoon. It was incredibly loud and the bass sucked the air from our lungs and we were over 75m away. Whilst this was going on an old guy stripped down to his speedos and started limbering up in front of the boat beating out the heavy phat beats. It was quite comical, but he appeared to be enjoying himself. Further down the river the looked to be many failed clubs and bars. Boats left to rot littered the river, so just rusty, others half submerged under water. I sat climbed across the grass to climb aboard one of the many unusual sculptures lining the river front, in this case it was a melon!

Day 8 - Laura's smelly socks

We woke fairly late today after the noisy storm the night before but as usual were hungry. Cornflakes weren't an option as the kitchen was completely full of kids so we abandoned the cereal and went to our usual haunt, sandwich king. Today we opted for just a toasted sandwich as the role two days ago was simply too big. Whilst sitting outside Laura took the chance to dry her socks on one of the chairs.

We didn't really have to much planned today only wander around until our night train began it's journey. We walked towards the main square with intention of going to the museum. It was closed, rubbish. Apparently it was closed for refurbishments, and not just a week or so, but for several years! Instead we just sat outside on the steps relaxing and chuckling occasionally as the odd tourist tried the doors like us. A local approached us lookin to borrow a phone. I wasn't into handing over my phone to a random, instead though we ended up talking about Serbia and how she wants to one day visit England. She was only young but had high hopes for the future.

It was nearing lunch time so we wandered over to the bohemium center once more to take a few pics and get some lunch. We grabbed a burger each but it was massive and neither of us could even manage half. They really do love their meats over here.

Day 7

Having brought Cornflakes the night before it was refreshing to eat a "proper" breakfast Until now we'd enjoyed mostly hot dogs or bits of bread. The "Kitchen" wasn't a kitchen at all though. It was simple a room with a fridge and a hotplate on a shelf. There wasn't even a sink. So after enjoying our cereal we then had to wash our bowls in the bathroom sink.

First stop today was to secure our train tickets to Sofia which we would be taking tomorrow night. I was chuffed to find that our train was definitely running and what was even better was that they had two birth sleeping compartments. That meant we had a good chance of a good nights sleep before arriving in Varna. The train was expected to run from 21:15 to 07:15 so we'd be shattered if we were kept up all night by randoms.

waking down the street we came to realise that today was probable the hottest and most humid day we'd had so far. We were slowly making our way towards the castle and park towards the north west of Belgrade. The heat intense and the humidity was made even worse by the constant smog pouring out of poorly maintained vehicles. We found ourselves needing to take additional stop in the shade just to escape the heat. We were also suddenly very hungry, it was around 13:00 after all. We found the castle grounds but opted to head into the city to grab a bit to eat. That bite ended up being a pizza, which we enjoyed sat under an umbrella outside. A lot of the restaurants had fans blowing cool misty water under the umbrellas, there were particularly refreshing.

Unfortunately there is a still a big issue with beggars in and around tourist areas, particularly restaurants. A woman beggar was bothering a table of men opposite us, she tugged on their clothes and was stroking their arms trying to persuade them to hand over some money. Laura then caught the same woman harassing a guy in the street who'd just been to the cash point. She grabbed onto his t-shirt and hung onto him, following him always in his face. He still had his wallet in hand having just retrieved some money so was in a difficult position. Eventually he caved handing over some money, and just like that she vanished.

After our lunch we felt recharged and headed back to the castle and park. It's quite strange to notice the lack of safety rails around dangerous edges. It certainly doesn't bother me, but can't imagine they'd get away with it back in the uk. There however a lot of people wearing black shirts with the word "Gordon" printed on the back. We assumed these were some kind of security team. Where's Gordon? At around 6 we found a bar with the castle grounds and grabbed a couple of drinks. The courtyard was very nice and offered great views back at the city and surrounding parks. Strangely the bar was pretty empty but had about 6 members of table staff. Most were standing around doing nothing whilst one lone guy was serving all the tables. In fact one of the waiters was dancing to tunes more than he was waiting. Still exploring the castle we found a collection of tanks and guns, acting as children decided we would be a good idea to climb all over them. Further round i was standing on an edge taking a picture only to be told off by not now Laura but a Gordon as well. I was being a donut apparently!

After the castle we headed back to the Bohemian quarter for some dinner. An Italian restaurant stood out for us so we went there. The main street in the quarter had come to life a night with busy restaurants and lots of live music. The musicians wandered through the tables playing to guests whether they liked it or not. One guy particularly stood out playing a Constantina particularly well, with such a casual amount of efort.

Later we returned to the hostel narrowly avoiding being soaked once again my a lightning storm. The hostel had become infested with children probably from a school trip. Screaming everywhere particularly in the girls showers Laura tells me. The storm had picked up and lightning was very frequent as the rain beat against the window. Me being the big kid that i am gazed out the window spotting the odd fork of lightning as Laura tried to get some sleep.

Day 6 - cont

We finally found the bohemium center, Laura's convinced it was her great navigation skills. We sat back in the old cobaled street just doing a bit of people watching. We saw a woman stamping and telling off a naughty stone which had caused her daughter to trip over. The we saw a small boy chasing a dog before the dog turned around and the boy ran away scared.

We then based on the hostel receptionist's advice went to find a restaurant named "?". As we were just double checking we were on route a local snatched the map from Laura's hands and tried to work out where we were. We (Laura) already knew but being brits just stood there while he thought he was being helpful. We found the restaurant a few minutes later and it was very posh and swanky, but thought hey "we're on holiday!". The starter courses were great and large. With loads of leaves, bread and cheese. For main we thought we'd take a gamble and order "The Royal Special", a meal for two apparently. We had fears over what it could be, from squid to monkey brains (indiana jones anyone?). Anyway it arrived, it was a huge dish just full of a variety of meats. Lamb, chicken, pork, beef and just so much of it. We gave it our best shot but probable got half way. After the meat overdose we walked back to the hostel and crashed out.

Day 6 - cont

There were a few churches near where we were staying so we visited them first. The first church we saw was huge,apparently the largest it europe, it was very old although we overheard that the interior wasn't. We then walked up the road to visit the Tesla museum, it took us a while to find it as it's quite tucked away. Upon entering we found that a tour had already begun in Serbian and were advised to return at 16:00. That was only 40 minutes away so we took this time to wander to a nearby park to relax and spy a couple more churches.

Returning to the Tesla museum we were just in time for the english tour. It was quite amazing at how much Tesla contributed to the world. How he had dreams of a super tower to provide wireless electricity and services to the people. However the tower lost funding during the american depression so production stopped. Worse still the germans believed that the tower was attacking submarines so it was destroyed. Since the documents have been lost and noone to this day knows how it would have worked. The nearest we have is a few meters of wireless electricity compared to the planed miles. Based on tesla's plans there could have been wireless tech much earlier than it was achieved had it not been for the tower's destruction. We also saw first hand some light bulbs held in our hands light up powered completely wirelessly.

Day 6

Today was our first day properly in Belgrade and Laura took charge of navigation. For breakfast we stopped into Sandwich king and ordered a large roll each. The filling options were representing a different country, we decided to go for a London. The sandwiches were huge and filled to the brim with egg, bacon and other ingredients, much like a subway.

Day 5 - cont

Waking a few hours later we were hungry and began a search for food. We couldn't find anything anywhere that didn't look like a run down dump. We were starving so grabbed a mcdonalds cheeseburger whilst we consulted the map. The road names on the map didn't use the serbian alphabet, instead only the english alphabet. This made it almost impossible to match the map to road signs. We couldn't find the famous bohemium quarter (known for its many restaurants) despite spending 2 hours looking for it.

We eventually found a butchers with a restaurant underneath it and settled there. The restaurant was empty and i had to go and find the waiter in the kitchen so we could order some food. I grabbed a steak, Laura got a chicken kebab then we headed back for sleep as we were both still shattered.

Day 5

We had set our alarms for 04:00 as we had to be at the bus station for 06:00 and wanted to make sure we didn't cut anything too close. The hostel was locked so i had to wake the clerk on duty. He was shocked to hear that i wanted to check out at 4am, but it made sense considering when our bus was. We left around 04:30 and headed towards the station as the sun rose. It took around 40 minutes before we were sat waiting at the platform for our bus. Whilst waiting for the bus i wandered off to take some photos of the sun rise against the mountains. As i was standing behind a rail i was completely soaked by a car passing through a puddle. I was not impressed by this at 05:30 in the morning but it was too hot and i was too tired to care.

The bus arrived and we slept most the journey on the back seats. It was hard to sleep fully as the roads were so windy which meant any pillow i managed to make simply fell apart on a sharp bend or bump.

Arriving in Belgrade around 13:00 we were both shattered. The blistering hot sun only made things worse as we tried to navigate our way to our hostel. A taxi driver tried to convince us that we needed a ride to our hostel, even though i knew it was only 200m away. It was hot and sweaty and smelt bad due to the heavy traffic. Our first impressions so far weren't great. We found the sign to the hostel and wandered into the building below it. This turned out to be infact a bookies! We backed out and looked again. It was next door, so we checked in and had a well deserved nap.

Day 4 - cont

We walked back along the river, fighting the humid climate of the city. We reached the bridge were Franz Ferdinand was assassinated, starting world war one. The bridge is bizarrely named after the assassin Princip, as such named Princip`s bridge. Laura was suffering from smelly feet so we had to pop into a chemist to purchase some spray, apparently it did the trick. As this was our last night I decided it would be nice to work through the brochure and get in some of the sights, including mosques and churches. As I was taking a picture of a mosque a homeless guy kindly smiled for the camera laughing, I do have the picture so I’ll be sure to put it online when I get home. The mosques were decorated well inside with lots of detailed designs and gold leaf.

The police appeared to be blowing the whistles for no reason at the traffic, often waving in a way suggesting “carry on as normal”. I think all the fuss was because Vice President Biden, of America was visiting to try to help solve the political issues that currently still exist.

We looked around a preserved old style house that has been maintained since it’s construction many years ago. I apparently tried to break a door as was quite keen on opening unexplored doors.

Further down the road we spotted two cats one on a ledge much higher than the other. The lower cat was almost singing to the cat above, Romeo and Juliet anyone? Although the singing cat had a strangely deep voice, and the Juliet of the cats was static like stone, strange!

I was continuing my mission of hunting for the last remaining sights of the area, meanwhile Laura’s feet were dieing! After finding the emperors mosque I we spotted one of the mass grave yards used to burry the dead from the siege. It was on the top of a huge hill, and we were at the bottom. Laura’s feet were shattered so she waited at the bottom whilst I ran up the top and had a quick look around. I think the most rewarding thing were the views more than anything else; you could look back across the whole of Sarajevo. As I was returning down Laura mentioned that a kid had just ran the whole way up the hill without stopping, this was quite impressive as the walk had me quite out of breath at the top. We crossed the road to city hall which was under mass reconstruction trying to repair the sides which faced the hills and as such were attacked heavily. The design of the building was very impressive with intricate designs all around.

The typical meal here appears to be very meat orientated and as expected our dinners were loaded with a variety of meats. We each enjoyed a completely overloaded plate of meats which we as usual stood no chance of finishing! We then headed over the road to try one of the many cakes on offer in cake shop. Laura grabbed a chocolate heard filled with moose and jam on a biscuit base, whilst I had a chocolate cake moose. As Laura said “Chubtastic”! What was strange though that smoking still appears acceptable in restaurants, even for the staff. One of the waiters was leaning against the counter cigarette in hand waiting for the next customer.

On the way home we were ambushed by a heavy storm once again, only this time we had brought our raincoats so it wasn’t as bad. A quick shower then as we had a very very early start tomorrow for the bus to Belgrade. Shared dorms too, only it was on as everyone was well behaved so we got to sleep with no problems. Zzzz

Day 4 - History lesson

We’d arranged to go on a small tour with Harris from another youth hostel, foolishly we’d agreed with him that 09:00 would be a good time to meet. So we staggered out of bed at around 08:15 and sat in the common room. Whilst Laura was in the shower I decided I’d give the free cornflakes a try that were sitting in the hostel kitchen. I wish I hadn’t, the warm long live milk was disgusting and covering them in sugar only delayed the horrible aftertaste that was due to come.

We wandered downstairs and met Harris outside the hostel in his mini-van; the tour was small and only consisted of one other tourist, a guy from Australia. As we drove through the streets towards the tunnel museum Harris told of how we’d experienced first hand the chaos of the Serbian attack. We eventually broke away from the main road, and appeared to be heading through a small residential estate. The estate was surprisingly close to the airport, and I couldn’t imagine such an estate existing in the UK as surely there’d be concerns about security.

We ground to a halt outside what appeared to just be someone’s house, however judging by the bullet holes littering the walls you could tell it was more than just a house. The tunnel was hidden entrance was hidden inside this house, and I can’t imagine how any tourist would have found it without the help of a guide. Inside all 3 of us sat in a dark room and watched a “documentary” about the tunnel. It wasn’t really a documentary more a video just showing lots of homemade clips of the chaos of the attack. From projectiles launched from the hills, to explosions and sniper attacks in the center. The Serbian forces completely surrounded the city of Sarajevo and as a result there was no way for the residents to flee to areas outside the city. Not only was the perimeter surrounded blocking civilian movement, but also all supplies were cut off to, including food and water. The tunnel under the airport provided a way for the residents to either flee to the mountains and possibly Croatia, or get supplies in to help those residents who didn’t want to leave their homes. The tunnel took four months to construct and needed heavy defending as such many residents of Sarajevo built homemade weapons to defend both areas. The army of Bosnia wasn’t much use since over 80% of it was Serbian, a mistake that clearly was costly. All that remained of the tunnel was a 4m stretch that ran under the house and into the garden. The rest had caved as the airport refused to allow it to be maintained due to security risks. The tunnel was only 50cm wide and 1.6m high, contained power lines, communications lines, and rail lines to ease transport of goods and weapons.

Harris told the deeply moving story of how Sarajevo stood no chance against the heavily armored Serbians, and considered it more of a genocide as the Bosnians had no ways to defend themselves. They called upon the support of the UN but they could only act impartially, and as such only offered to provide weapons to both sides, which the Bosnians didn’t want since they were already in trouble. The siege was eventually ended by the agreement of having three presidents in Bosnia this however has since created more problems as now any decision takes months, sometimes even years before everyone is in agreement. Not only this, but much of the wealth of the country isn’t distributed fairly to the residents. Although the story told by Harris is expected to be slightly biased he is accepting of the Serbian residents living within the city, and expresses that his anger lies purely with the politicians not the civilians. Having said this, he feels uncomfortable having Serbian friends, and says his only acquaintances with Serbians are professional. For Harris he experienced it first hand, losing his home during the attacks only 15 years ago. He finds it difficult to forgive and forget considering how and his fellow city residents lost. After the tour we were dropped at the natural history museum so we could have a look inside and also pop over the road to book our bus tickets for our onward journey.

Inside the museum we were greeted by a few fast lip speaking woman, who told us the rough layout of the museum. There was a botanical garden in the center of the museum which was beautiful, however our enjoyment was cut short as it was simply boiling and we just had to get out of the sun. We had a look around the museum and found the under garments shaped exactly like a T amusing. There was little history of the country there, as the Serbians during the siege specifically targeted the museum and libraries in an attempt to wipe out all history of the country. Most of the history was lost, and can never be replaced.

Day 3 - Waterfall Hike

After finally getting a good night sleep, without the noise outside our room keeping us up we had a little bit of a lay in. Eventually emerging at around 10:30 we walked towards the old town looking for breakfast. We couldn't find anything better than what we'd had the day before, so opted for some hotdogs again!

We looked through a couple of tourist guides and decided to try and visit on of the waterfalls in a surrounding area of Sarajevo. Tourist information gave us much needed directions and we headed for the bus stop. The hike was around 2.5hrs including seeing a waterfall along the way, and was a 20minute bus ride out of town. As we reached the bus stop we deciphered the bus time table and worked out that we had just missed the bus by about 20 minutes. This was annoying as they were every hour, so we now had 40 minutes to kill. We ate some omelet sandwiches (cheese and mushroom) as we watched a guy standing on a 4th story window ledge try to remove that very window that he was standing over. 25 minutes later the bus arrived, we eagerly jumped on only to find we'd be stuck there sat in the heat for 15 minutes before it set off. The bus took us high up into the surrounding mountains following a incredibly steep road offering fantastic views of the city. There were many houses dotted along the road, and families with children got off periodically walking the last stretch the their house.

The bus reached the end of the line and we got off, I guess this was Skakavac. It''s worth noting that no one was left on the bus so it was only us, left alone. We saw a sign pointing towards Skakavac, so began walking up the steep windy cobbled roads. 1 hour into the climb we crossed paths with a guy who was also staying in our hostel, he gave us some navigational tips and also let us know we had a good way to go yet. We continued up the mountain for another hour before finally seeing a sign informing us that Skakavac was 3k away? This wasn't the good news we were hoping for but we continued none the less, stopping to look back and enjoy the long clear views of the surrounding mountainside. Anotehr 45 minutes later we reached another sign, specifically guiding us to the waterfall at only 1k away! We entered woodland at this point and Laura became increasingly worried as she saw signs for bears, and even spotted a scary looking squirrel. We were getting close now and began descending down a series of steep windy paths and rail guided steps.

We made it, the waterfall was amazing and offered a nice spray of fresh water to cool us down. It was nearing 17:30 and we'd reached half way, so a few minutes later we continued. The fellow hosteler had told us to carry on going rather than head back the way we came, as undoing the steel decent didn't appeal to me on bit. We crossed the slippery bridge in front of the waterfall holding onto the slimy rail and headed back into the woodland. 40 minutes later and we were still amongst the trees and it was getting darker. Since we hadn't come in this way we had no idea how far we'd have to go to at least get back to the entrance of the park. We descended a little which made us nervous as we'd come down so much to see the waterfall we knew we'd have to make this height up again at some point. Laura became increasingly worried about bares, thinking they'd come out more at night. I was considering if we'd have to camp, as didn't really want to wander around in the dark in case we lost the path. Laura was hyperventilating as it was a physically challenging hike, she imagined me as Ray Meres and wondered how I'd play out my survival skills.

Finally we found the entrance, and the hostel guy was right it certainly was a lot easier than all those steps would have been. Just as well we didn't head back the way we'd came, although we'd both been considering it. As we began our decent we realised we had just escaped dark and were startled by a cow which mooed from behind a closed door.

We reached the bus stop at around 20:30 and sat waiting for the bus for about 40 minutes. Whilst waiting we heard singing from the nearby mosque broadcast over speakers attached to it's spire, as locals sat outside a shop opposite enjoying a friendly drink. On the bus we'd realised that the hike was hugely under estimated and no one had included the 2hour climb to the beginning on the hike in any brochures. Instead of 2.5hours, it was more like 6.5 hours, including the 2 hours each way from the bus stop to the beginning of the hike. We drove back into the city as a thunderstorm broke out over the mountains, before grabbing a quick chicken kebab for dinner.

Day 2 - the springs cont

It wasn't long before i could smell a bbq, so we went looking for it. Surrounded by small stalls selling tat basically was a woman standing over a big grill. We ordered a lamb kebob/kebap each. Unfortunately due to the language barrier we ended up with a large kebob each. These tasted good but were very greasy and salty.

On the return journey we passed a couple of quad bikes back to back connected by wire. I had hopes of a game of tug of war, unfortunately one was only being jump started. Further down we found an unattended stall selling water, we wanted some but weren't comfortable with just helping ourselves. As we peered over the counter we heard a cry from the distance as a chubby man came running to his unattended counter. A thunder storm broke out but there wasn't much rain, it looked like the storm was over the mountains.

Soon the rain caught up with us so we took shelter in a restaurant. We grabbed a small pizza each and just relaxed. The rain had stopped so we paid the waiter and took a few minutes before getting ready to leave. Just as we did the heavens opened once more. We waited 10min, but thought we might as well get a hot chocolate whilst we wait. Getting the waiters attention was tricky as he thought we'd finished. So when Laura smiled, he only smiled back, not getting the hint.

After the chocolate we dodged the rain as we headed back to the hostel. The hostel rep was shocked to hear that we'd been out all day, since 9:00, it was now 22:00.

Day 2 - the springs

It was absolutely boiling through the night, so i got up to open the skylight window at around 5am. Laura thought she'd heard rats running around on the roof so was worried some might fall into the room, turns out they were only birds. As we staggered around we bumped into the hostel guy, he asked what we were doing today. We had no real plans so he suggested that we go to the springs at Vrelo Bosne. We visited the tourist information and found loads of brochures, however most appeared the same with only different pictures. A crafty trick to make it look like there is tonnes on offer.

We headed towards the tram stop with takes us to the springs, but not before getting some breakfast. We grabbed some mini-pizza and a hot dog each. We liked the hot dogs so much that we brought a couple more for lunch later. Boarding the tram we realised we had no idea which stop we were at, nor which stop we were heading too. We only knew it was the last stop.

The tram ground to a halt and everyone got off, i guess this was us. The springs were apparently 3km from the stop, but there were no signs. Laura had a gut feeling that we should head directly away from the stop, so we went with that. After 25mins we finally saw some life. The park entrance was lined with shops, cafe's, bike hire shops and horse and carts. The entrance contained a map outlining the walk to the springs, 3km. I guess the guide didn't take into account the initial walk to the park entrance. We started walking and grabbed an ice cream on route. As we walked we were constantly overtaken by horses and people on those four person bike type contraptions. 40mins in and we'd made it. Greeted with beautiful clear fresh springs, with plenty of chilled out visitors. Small bridges passing over the water with the occasional waterfall here and there. We found a nice spot on the grass and enjoyed the atmosphere, whilst a percussion band played some soft music.

Day 1 - cont

The driver asked a local for directions to the hostel and sent us on foot down a small street. We couldn't find it so we went wandering around trying to work out where we were. We went up and down a street 3 times and couldn't find it, and with no road signs to be seen it was getting tricky. On the forth pass we finally found it, it was only marked by a small plaque. No flags of huge signs for this hidden place. We were buzzed into a empty shell of a building with only a spiral staircase in front of us. As we climbed up with no idea where we were going we heard a voice shouting hello down! We were greeting with a very friendly guy, who kept teasing us that this hostel was to be hostel 3 the horror movie! We laughed, and enjoyed his humour.

We took his suggestion on board and headed for the old town for some dinner. I grabbed a mixed grill, laura went to a traditional stuffed pepper dish. Mine looked and lasted great, if a little greasy. Laura's looked a little suspect, but was actually really good! There were lots of child beggers about, approaching tables and people in the street. I often wander where they come from, and where they go at night.

On the way back to the hostel we stopped to watch some locals enjoy a giant game of chess in the park. About 20 gathered, with everyone offering their advice, whether the player wanted it or not.

Day 1 -

Going through security my bag was stopped as usual, probably because of my tripod. Although this time it was also swabed for explosives. We'd actually made good time compared to our sweden rush late last year so we took a few minutes for a bacon sandwich.

On the screen it showed no sign of which gate we should head too, only a "please wait" against our flight number. Boarding closed on our flight an 9 and it was 8.55 with still no sign of which gate we'd need. Then at 8.59 a gate number appeared only to be followed ¹minute later with a gate closing announcement. Time to run, again!

On landing Laura revealed that she didn't enjoy the turbulance and hoped our connecting flight would be a bigger plane and a smoother ride. It was 13.00 and we had 45min before our connecting flight took off, as it turned out our departure gate was adjacent to our arrival one, result! Against Laura's wishes our connecting plane was even smaller, and fitter with two prop engines. It was surprisingly smooth, although the landing was a little abrupt.

Getting a taxi to the city was easy enough, although taking two fares at once was a little cheeky. If spoke in broken english of places to eat and visit, every now and then saying "understand". We're not sure whether he was saying he understood us, or asking if we understood him? As we drove through the city we could clearly see reminders of the recent conflict. Bullet holes lined many buildings, as well as chunks missing from some buildings.

Day 1 -

Go on the sandals!

Right lets go clubbing!