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Stories from travels in

Bosnia and Herzegovina

A bloody account

I’m a sucker for a bargain and free is as good as it gets. But if my Kindle experience had taught me anything it’s that

View from Park Princeva restaurant Sarajevo

When the lights come on in Sarajevo

I doubt there’s a village, town, or city in the world that doesn’t look good when the lights come on. There’s something magical about dusk

Alifakovac Cemetery Sarajevo

A grave difference

Some people are good at spotting celebrities; others are good at spotting bargains. Me? I can spot a cemetery from miles away. And in a

Coffee in sarajevo

Converted to coffee

A mate of mine once told me that you know when you hit the Balkans: the coffee gets good. Finding myself in the old town

Eating in one of Mrs Safija’s four rooms

Sunday night. Sarajevo. Dinner. The restaurant was already booked by our hosts – we had an address and a taxi and assurances that our table

Sarajevo window box

No Bosnians in Bosnia

I met a woman once who had survived the concentration camps. I was in awe of her. She was old and frail, but feisty. It

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