That’s yight-se to you and me. Honestly it takes us around three days to figure out the pronunciation. This proves especially difficult when people ask us where we’re going. “Jaja”. “Jajajce” “Yajesay”. Nonetheless we manage to make it to this small, picturesque town in the heart of Bosnia. The taxi driver rips us off 10 BAM (Bosnian Convertible Mark) for a short ride in darkness to an empty hostel. Saw us coming a mile away.
Let me take this opportunity to mention my hitchhike mantra. Since I have already been to Sarajevo by hitchhiking, I have decided that it’s perfectly within the laws of the challenge that I could take the bus back. It’s when I’m going forward and to somewhere new that I must only hitch. Therefore it is with some relief that I’m enjoying the relative comfort of public transport. It’s still pretty horrible, but I’m not shivering by the side of a road for three hours. Instead I’m enjoying the seemingly endless smell of other people’s farts.
My boss and friend from the Wild Fig is along for the ride, and we’ve decided to break up the journey in a recommended stop. It proves to be an inspired suggestion, as Jajce is a beautiful little place, set in stunning mountain gorges, complete with mill-pond lakes and rushing waterfalls. It’s history is somewhat checkered with the Bosnian conflicts taking its toll, but for now it remains a peaceful oasis set in a picture postcard. It’s got a lot of potential for outdoor enthusiasts, and I would definitely recommend a visit during the summer. A little bleak for this time of year, we decide one night is enough and push on for Sarajevo the following day.
Jajce
That’s yight-se to you and me. Honestly it takes us around three days to figure out the pronunciation. This proves especially difficult when people ask us where we’re going. “Jaja”. “Jajajce” “Yajesay”. Nonetheless we manage to make it to this small, picturesque town in the heart of Bosnia. The taxi driver rips us off 10 BAM (Bosnian Convertible Mark) for a short ride in darkness to an empty hostel. Saw us coming a mile away.
Let me take this opportunity to mention my hitchhike mantra. Since I have already been to Sarajevo by hitchhiking, I have decided that it’s perfectly within the laws of the challenge that I could take the bus back. It’s when I’m going forward and to somewhere new that I must only hitch. Therefore it is with some relief that I’m enjoying the relative comfort of public transport. It’s still pretty horrible, but I’m not shivering by the side of a road for three hours. Instead I’m enjoying the seemingly endless smell of other people’s farts.
My boss and friend from the Wild Fig is along for the ride, and we’ve decided to break up the journey in a recommended stop. It proves to be an inspired suggestion, as Jajce is a beautiful little place, set in stunning mountain gorges, complete with mill-pond lakes and rushing waterfalls. It’s history is somewhat checkered with the Bosnian conflicts taking its toll, but for now it remains a peaceful oasis set in a picture postcard. It’s got a lot of potential for outdoor enthusiasts, and I would definitely recommend a visit during the summer. A little bleak for this time of year, we decide one night is enough and push on for Sarajevo the following day.