Kladusa

I woke up to so much beauty. I feel like I am in a story book. Neat houses, green hills, and flowers of all colours. Sunshine and a fresh, welcoming, morning breeze. “Dobro espocino” – well-cooked , we all repeated at the breakfast table as we ordered our omelettes. Most people only speak Bosnian and so Sophia was clever enough to bring along a few handy quotes!

We slept in small cabins built by a Bosnian industrialist. The area is beautiful and on top of its highest hill sits a big stone castle. Today, it is used as a hall for occasions. And today, the man who once owned this whole area is in prison for betraying his people and siding with Serb and Croat armies during the war.

We are on the road again. All the girls are in the big van, while all the boys except for Jaina with her husband Bret are in the seven-seater. I feel sorry for her. Boys tend to have farting contests and their car is going to seriously stink soon. The roads and the scenery have dramatically changed from what we were seeing out of our windows yesterday. I look out of the window and I see lush green mountains and forests that never seem to end. Driving from Italy-Slovenia-Croatia, it was mostly flat farm land. I look down and find green-blue rivers running under us. The roads are windy, mountainous, and tight (one lane for each direction); unlike the wide, straight motorways that took us from Italy to Croatia. Abosondos, our group leader, is driving fast and overtaking too... some people are already nervous and I am not sure the guys are going to be able to keep trailing us easily

Kladusa Bosnia
11.30 am

5/07/10