It Mostar Been Love

The word Mostar translates to "Bridge-Keeper, and in it lies the clue to the small town's claim to fame. Because basically all the town has, is it's famous old bridge (Until recently, when North Korean leader Kim Jong Il's grandson started attending the local high-school.) We stayed in a hostel run by Bata, a Bosnian man who happened to live in Stockholm during the war and therefor speaks Swedish, we walked around the old town, but allthough it was very cute and beautifully located under the mountains there isn't all that much to see, apart from the bridge of course. We did manage to find an abandoned bank-tower, which offered great views of the area but after a day and a half we felt we'd seen it all. In Mostar we bumped into Sho, a Singaporean girl who was in the same van from Belgrade to Sarajevo, and she travelled with us to our next destination, across the Croatian border and down the Adriatic Coast to Dubrovnik.
George Bernard Shaw said of the town: "Those who seek paradise on Earth should come to Dubrovnik" and allthough I don't quite agree with old Georgie it seems a whole lot of people do. We stayed one night inside the medieval city walls, which was very nicely paved in shiny marble, and had picturesque white houses with terracotta-rooftops but found it was full of hordes of pensioners from all over the world and decided to move outside of the walls which turned out to be a great plan. Life in the new-city was much more relaxed and calm. However the next day we decided to get moving and as Sho went north, Elias and I crossed the eastern border to Montenegro.