Mostar is a historic city with a river running through it. The river divides the city not only geographically, but also ethnically, as a result of wars and conflicts. The Neretva River is crossed by several bridges, the most famous of which is “Stari Most,” or the Old Bridge.
I was with a tour group that stopped at Mostar for some sightseeing and lunch. We canoed down a separate river in Bosnia and Herzegovina after stopping in Mostar.
After breakfast, our tour party checked out of their Zaton hotel rooms and boarded the bus. It was alright with me that the day would be more sightseeing than adventure.
apljina, Bosnia and Herzegovina, was our first stop. It’s a nice, hilly town with a river running through it.
I’m not sure what we truly accomplished here. Perhaps we ate breakfast here. For photographs, some of us climbed up the hill to the destroyed fortress.
The neighborhood is lovely, and it appears to be a pleasant location to live.
Mosques were unfamiliar territory for me. So far throughout my travels, I hadn’t seen many of them. I saw a lot more after that, but I believe this was one of the first mosques I photographed.
We got back in the van and went to Mostar for about 30 minutes. The river divides the city into two half in general. The Christian side is on one side, and the Muslim side is on the other.
All of the bridges were destroyed during the war in the early 1990s, according to our guide. On the Muslim side, all of the mosques’ speakers faced the Christian section of town. The Christians installed speakers in their church bells and pointed them toward the Muslim section of town. It sounded like an unusual form of religious conflict. According to Wikipedia, approximately 2000 people perished as a result of the fighting (from conventional weapons, not religious speakers).
Fortunately for us, tensions appear to have subsided. There was no sign of a fight or a divided city.
Mostar is a beautiful city, and it was an excellent spot to spend a few hours. I’m not sure there’s enough to do here to warrant an overnight stay, but if you’re in the vicinity, it’s worth a visit.
My father and I located a place to eat lunch at after walking around for a while.
I ordered the Mostar speciality for lunch, and it was a tremendous mistake. Meat cooked with raw onions is the region’s specialty. I’ve disliked raw onions since I was a child. I cook with them and enjoy them in a variety of meals, but I am not a fan of raw onions on their own.
I was attempting to expand my horizons and believed that perhaps I might teach myself to appreciate food. I ate everything and was unwell for the remainder of the day. I rarely get sick from food, but if I do, onions are always there.
We all got together after lunch and headed to the van to go kayaking. I was getting sick, but I didn’t want to stop doing what I was doing.
We climbed into our canoes and paddled down the small river. I’m sure everyone else had a good time, but I was miserable. I puked over the side of the boat, and the only thing on my mind was finding a place to sleep.
After the canoeing was finished, we checked into a different hotel.
The single shot I have of the hotel isn’t particularly flattering. It was, however, right on the lake. According to the photo’s GPS, it was taken here. I went to bed very quickly after we arrived. I didn’t eat dinner and went to bed early.
I felt wonderful the next day and was ready for the next action. Keep an eye out for the next installment as my father and I continue our journey!