Stari Most and Bullet holes
Mostar Travel Blog› entry 6 of 26 › view all entries
October 10th, 2009 – by: herman_munster
Once got off the bus at Mostar bus station, an old man followed and approached for accommodation. He led me to the guesthouse hundred meters from the main road infront of bus station. It's called Aldi Pansioner run by a pensioner. The dorm located in the basement and it was dead silent. In fact the whole town seems like a sleepy town on Saturday. Once and in a while I heard shout and cheering echoed from the restaurants.
Exactly at 8.30 the town went ballistic with youngsters parading their flags, marching and cheering, cars tailgating on the main street as Bosnia won the match 2-nil. After a quick look of the town I went back to the hostel and left again near midnight. With fully charged camera I strolled down to Stari Most (the old bridge) about 1 km from the guesthouse.
The bridge is one of most beautiful bridge located and a very serene landscape over Neretva River. The old bridge stood for 4 centuries until it was destroyed during Bosnian War in 1993. After the end of the war, plans were raised to reconstruct the bridge. The World Bank, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO), the Aga Khan Trust for Culture and the World Monuments Fund formed a coalition to oversee the reconstruction of the Stari Most and the historic city centre of Mostar.
The town divided by the river. That night I wandered around till the other bridge and made my way back to the guesthouse when suddenly 3 teenage yobs walked pass me and begged for money. I was an alien face to them hence a perfect victim in the main street of Mostar not far from the hostel. It wasn’t an isolated dark street and there were couple of people having a drink not far from the scene. I refused to give them money until one of the boys threatened to hit me with the fist-sized stone on his hand.
How he had the stone already in his hand at the first sight he stumbled upon me at the corner I do not know. That time I was couple meter away from them and he chased me shouting that stone might ended up hitting my head. I slowly grasped my pocket and found 5 mark(€.70 cent). Ok take that and I hope you’re making a fortune out of it. I couldn’t care less and the local not far from the scene was a silent witness. Take the money and leave me unhurt because that’s the most important. They are not Gipsy but local Mostarian.
Shaken by the incident I headed back to the hostel while the sound of their joyful victory echoed in the background.
I had to head back to Dubrovnik the next morning. The earlier bus leaving at 7 am but I wanted to take pictures of Stari Most and the remnants of war during the daytime so I took the next bus leaving at 12.
I wandered around after the rain stopped and Mostar was a peaceful mountainous little town with the foggy backdrop and the green river. One great sight was seeing 2 young Mostarian took a jump from the middle of the bridge to the Neretva River. It is traditional for the young men of the town to leap from the bridge into the Neretva.
Back to the guesthouse after, I checked out and paid 20 Marks ( €10) for the accommodation.
Waiting and waiting, the supposed bus leaving at 12.30 noon was nowhere near to be seen. Untill 45 minutes later a nearly full seated bus from Sarajevo to Dubrovnik arrived. After an hour journey the bus pulled over at the next town after Mostar and we had to change bus. Apparently something was wrong with the engine.
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