I'm on a night bus to Podgorica this evening at 17:45. (Arriving at 02-ish?) Next week I'm heading on to my beloved Sarajevo, where I have lined up a place for three-and-a-half weeks continuous (allowing me then the option of overnight trips to ... say ... Mostar ... without having to pack up everything to take along). The pension I've got there is literally meters from the iconic Sebilj in Baščaršija (Old Town). To pronounce that (I've had to practive, since English doesn't formulate these sort of sounds) try this (the -- indicate more separate syllables than the -): Bash--char--shh-ya. That's not exactly correct, but it's as close as you'll get without adding the local accents/dialects.
I have a lot more to say about Prishtina and Kosovo, but not now. There's too many good things before and after this to weigh things down with complaints right now.
On the good side of being here, I found some wonderfully colorful scarves in a shop, and a decent place for coffee.
But it is time to move on from here.
Montenegro promises to be better...
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When in doubt, follow the pigeons I suppose. . .
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And the place I have lined up to stay for 23 nights in Sarajevo is directly on "Pigeon Square."
ReplyDeleteLife is good. And weird. And good.
And that's weird to write. As I'm sure you can understand.
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