There are no words to describe trip after on-arrival training in Sarajevo. The best was beginning – two girls in one room passing out. Why? Why not to leave air-conditioning on 30 degrees Centigrade (of course plus).
The teams changed and finally we started The Trip. Ajde na highway. Ajde, Ajde. Three girls, three smiles, three hours to get to Mostar. Well done, surprisingly first driver was from Kisela Voda, superdobro!
Mostar – place where time stopped and your head was turning around, you couldn’t bat your eyes, you couldn’t stop taking pictures.
Next stop – Dubrovnik. Very careful control at the border (do you have any drugs, chemical substances or gun? – No Ms), unbelievable ride through California in 30 years old pick-up car. And finally the Sea starts… Let’s stay just one afternoon, let’s take a night-bus. Ok. What if there is no
bus, we are four, four girls, four smiles, etc. The first rule is – do not look for accommodation, the cheapest one will find you. Even if it’s 5th or 10th person asking you – try to smile, your smile is bargaining itself. Oranges in November – daaaaaaaa!
Last day – way to Herzeg Novi, this time we split into 2 groups. Two ‘Russian’ girls on the way. How wonderful we felt when Polska made people happy. So great to be polish here, so proud to say it. So… Of course one polish (but still Russian) stole fruits from the threes, the second one lost them in a car… Da…
Some dreams came true. First border with diplomatic immunity crossed. Wow. Hitchhikers say hello to the anonymous Montenegran VIP or his bodyguard and driver. Photos forbidden.
It was getting dark and closer to my last and the only bus from Podgorica to Skopje. Miki, Miki, successful young businessman- the guy who picked the ‘Russians’ to the bus station, with short break in Cetinje. Finally after break he opened boot, with 4 knifes, but let’s go Katarzyna, he has a farm, he is skinning the animals. Yes, but he can also skin the humans. Ajde, Ajde. Long, fast ride with Miki the Skinning Monster through empty roads finished as a ride with Miki The Fisherman.
Podgorica. All, four smiles together. Time to say goodbye. Fala Girls!
Bus to Skopje, as never before 😉 surprised me with extremely kind people. People who gave me (as never before 😉 ) lots of drinks, sweets, cookies and sandwiches. How to pay it back? Just tell it to the world. The Balkan States and The Balkans. Thanks to all gods that you exist.
It’s 6 in the morning or maybe it’s five. Skopje, 10 hours in the bus, in 10 hours it’s time for Bridging!