Lessons from Bosnia and Herzegovina
In September 2016, we took a 10-day excursion through Croatia and made a side trip to Mostar on the advice of one of our favorite travel gurus, Rick Steves. About an hour of the drive into the city was pretty sketchy, with falling down buildings, graffiti, and emptiness. As we circled for a parking spot, we were told by the tourism office (a tiny room off of a convenience store) that we should move our car in front of their office for safety. Needless to say, we were a little nervous about going out and about in this foreign country that didn’t have tons of tourists or frankly that much street lighting.
Nevertheless, we left our tiny flat and ventured into the night, hitting a hookah lounge, a bar built into a cave, the one local brewery, and finally, a pub closed to the public that we finagled our way into after chatting up a local who spoke perfect English. He invited us to join his friends and promptly ignored us once we were inside, which was a little awkward considering that there were only 10 of us and three tables.