350 Kms from Kragujevac
This one was an incident that we were unprepared for, at least in Croatia. The same night we had a night bus from Zagreb to Dubrovnik. With the bus tickets and passport safe, we decided to continue with our travel after having reported the theft of the wallet.With a big bag (befitting a 50day trip) per person, we were stared at by our bus driver. He seemed a rather unpleasant person, who was at least highly suspicious of us. We decided to ignore that, only to wake up to a surprise. The driver had tipped us to the Boarder Police while crossing Bosnia and Herzegovina. On their routine checking, they took our passports and even asked one of our team mates- Akash to head out of the bus.The police only had 4 passports, 4 Indian passports. Bunny was asked to empty has pockets and further on asked to open his bag. The police was hoping to find some drugs, and they weren’t any secretive of their intentions. They asked Bunny to handover any drug that he had on him.Of course the bus driver, who assisted in opening the luggage storage in the bus was enjoying the scene.When there was nothing to be found worth reporting, we were handed back our passports. (Honestly, with all the cases of framing that we’ve read, this was a scary experience)Reaching Dubrovnik wasn’t the end of this as more people gave us dirty stares on the bus. Someone did mutter ‘Asians’ while making a face.Further on, we were questioned if we belonged to Pakistan or Bangladesh.You see, things aren’t always as FAIR as THEY SEEM TO BE!Don’t worry; Croatia did give us a fare share of fun and joy. And I shall post about that too! SOON.Until next post,Parampara(Who has crossed levels of being AWARA)This post is from the 50Days trip to Europe across 9 countries and 20 cities. For more updates and blogs in this series, check Awara Diaries.
354 Kms from Kragujevac
Crossing into Bosnia and Herzegovina the next day brought on a drastic change. Mosques started showing up in villages instead of just churches, cars from the 90s were traded for cars from the 70s, houses were far more utilitarian…but there were still plenty of stray dogs. I arrived in Mostar (unofficial capital of Herzegovina) and had plenty of the day left to see a bit of the city. In 1992, the Serbian Orthodox church (in eastern Mostar) was destroyed. Today, they are just now starting to rebuild the church.The ruins of the original church are still at the site. They were able to retrieve the church bells from the rubble, which will be used again in the new church.
197 Kms from Kragujevac
After shivering in the snow for a few hours, I gave up on couch surfing and went to find a hostel. Quick Google search + Google Maps, and twenty minutes later I was in front of Hostel Costel. THANKFULLY they had room, and the hostel was nice and non creepy (that’s not something I can say about the hostels I stayed at in Rome. Shudder!!!).