We left Dubrovnik in the morning to take a shuttle back to the airport to pick up a rental car. We found out that they won’t rent a car to those going to Albania, so we had to reconfigure our trip.
But we got driving and made our way, via manual transmission, through Bosnia on the way to Mostar, which Bill wanted to visit everyone since he read about the Old Bridge that was destroyed in 1993.
On the way, we made our first grocery stop at Lidl.
Next stop was the town of Trebinje where we visited a church at the top of the town and then to walk across the Arslanagic Bridge down in town.
Still in Trebinje Jeanette found a farmers market which made her feel at home, except for the fact that nobody spoke any English. We even got some homemade liquor.
Jeanette also found a bakery that had a sign that said they they required Covid masking but nobody in town seemed to be wearing one either inside or out.
I was going to get ice cream in a cone, so I pointed to the sign that showed it to the young girl working at the stand and she just shook her head no. So I pointed to the cup of ice cream, and she shook her head again. Then she said, “milkshake” so that’s what I got. Some ice cream with caramel in a plastic cup.
We then went to see a waterfall which really was a park that locals use to swim. Jeanette didn’t have her suit so she ate a great salad while Bill swam and cooled off. It got up to 104 degrees today.
Then it was a trip to some fort which turned out to be a disaster because the road there was horrible. And when I reached the end of the road, there was no fort. I was Thankfully I looked up out of the window and saw what might be considered a fort on a hill, but at that point I just wanted to get myself back down to a real road without the car lying at the bottom of a cliff with us both alive.
Then we drove to Mostar so Bill could see the bridge. Our AirBnb happened to have an outdoor concert right outside its window. It must go pretty late because it is 1:36 in the morning (Monday, now) and they are still rocking outside our window.
Unfortunately, today was the annual bridge jumping but we didn’t know if and we got here after it ended. From this photo, it was doesn’t look like the little rocks I jumped into the Adriatic yesterday.