So I haven't posted for a day. That's due to my catching a cold, so I basically slept away a day of travel and an evening in Sarajevo. But today some of my energy was back.
Our local guide took us to the tunnel that was built during the war to get supplies and arms back and forth when the Serbs had surrounded the city. We actually got to walk through a portion of it. We were filled in on many of the feelings of the Bosnians today, dealing with the effects of the war and with the three major religions here: Muslim, Orthodox and Catholic. Our guide downplayed the divisions, saying most of it was between politicians and not the feelings of ordinary people; however, we ran into a university student who had other opinions. He felt certain that the muslims would revolt.
During the tour, we had a traditional lunch, followed by Bosnian coffee, served like Turkish coffee, but unsweetened. Instead, they serve sugar cubes, which you can stir in but otherwise they take a bit of sugar before they sip. They also read the coffee grounds to tell fortunes, just like arabs.
Then the group headed back back to the hotel for dinner in local homes. Instead, Tom and I visited the National Museum, which held some real treasures from Greek and Roman times. Plus it has a botanical garden that we were surprised to see a sequoia in. The museum housed an ethnic display from the ottoman period and the Austrian era, showing the differences is style of dress and houses from those times. Finally, a fourth building had gems and minerals as well as birds and mammals. We were surprised to see how big the bears are here.
the guide showed us sniper alley
Many trees chopped down for heating during war time.
Visited the escape tunnel to escape Serbian forces. Tunnel of hope.
United Nations is "United Nothing" according to Bosnians. They did clean streets and control airport. Most Bosnians say they did nothing though.
The people were given mystery meat rations. It was rations left over from WWII. Traded it for Barbie dolls and chewing gum.
Both her parents and the aunt who adopted her were killed in the war. Her grandparents then took over raising her.
People here are always taking coffee breaks, even if not having a coffee.