Day Eight, 2.22.2009
We caught a bus from Mostar to Dubrovnik. The ride took us along the beautiful Adriatic coast. The coastline reminded me of pictures I have seen from the coast of Italy or Spain. We took a 20 minute smoking break after
only an hour. Also, due to the geography of the Balkans, we passed in and out of Croatia and Bosnia multiple times, and had to get our passports checked each time. It seemed highly inefficient. I was pretty exhausted still and sleeping on the bus. Andrew woke me up to get out my passport and as I was holding it out and the policewoma
n got to me, I abruptly fell asleep. Luckily she thought it was pretty funny.
We arrived at the Dubrovnik bus station, which is about a 10 minute bus ride from the old city. Our room was inside the old city, down a tiny little stone alley. The size and intactness of the old city was amazing. The
wall stretches almost 2km.
We walked around and ate lunch under a statue in a city square. While
a major tourist destination during the summer months, Dubrovnik was almost completely empty while we were there. It was kind of eerie, but unique at the same time. We continued walking around. About half the city is devoted to restaurants and businesses and tourist shops, but the other half is still residential. It is amazing
that people are living in stone houses/apartments that are the original. (see pictures). The only comparison I can make is to the old city of Jerusalem.
Carnival was going on, so one square of the city temporarily filled up with locals bringing their children in costumes to the festivities. We walked out the back side of the city to the ocean. Although it was still cold out, two old men in Speedos were happily swimming off some rocks into the ocean. Walking back to
our hostel, we ran into Andrew's friend, who we were not supposed to meet until the next city. He had met another traveler in the meanwhile, who was traveling the world for a year, but happened to be half Croatian. We all climbed a hill to catch the sunset over the old city and then got coffee and ice cream before bed. There was supposed to be live jazz at the café, but the people there were more interested in watching the soccer game than playing or listening to the music.
Day Eight, 2.22.2009
We caught a bus from Mostar to Dubrovnik. The ride took us along the beautiful Adriatic coast. The coastline reminded me of pictures I have seen from the coast of Italy or Spain. We took a 20 minute smoking break after
only an hour. Also, due to the geography of the Balkans, we passed in and out of Croatia and Bosnia multiple times, and had to get our passports checked each time. It seemed highly inefficient. I was pretty exhausted still and sleeping on the bus. Andrew woke me up to get out my passport and as I was holding it out and the policewoma
n got to me, I abruptly fell asleep. Luckily she thought it was pretty funny.
We arrived at the Dubrovnik bus station, which is about a 10 minute bus ride from the old city. Our room was inside the old city, down a tiny little stone alley. The size and intactness of the old city was amazing. The
wall stretches almost 2km.
We walked around and ate lunch under a statue in a city square. While
a major tourist destination during the summer months, Dubrovnik was almost completely empty while we were there. It was kind of eerie, but unique at the same time. We continued walking around. About half the city is devoted to restaurants and businesses and tourist shops, but the other half is still residential. It is amazing 
that people are living in stone houses/apartments that are the original. (see pictures). The only comparison I can make is to the old city of Jerusalem.
Carnival was going on, so one square of the city temporarily filled up with locals bringing their children in costumes to the festivities. We walked out the back side of the city to the ocean. Although it was still cold out, two old men in Speedos were happily swimming off some rocks into the ocean. Walking back to
our hostel, we ran into Andrew's friend, who we were not supposed to meet until the next city. He had met another traveler in the meanwhile, who was traveling the world for a year, but happened to be half Croatian. We all climbed a hill to catch the sunset over the old city and then got coffee and ice cream before bed. There was supposed to be live jazz at the café, but the people there were more interested in watching the soccer game than playing or listening to the music.
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