Bus over Airplane

     Here we are, waiting in Wiena for our bus, which is supposed to take us to Mostar in less than 15 hours. Half of us regret, that we did not decide to go by the airplane, and if you want to guess who was complaining, here is a little clue: It was Silvia! One hour later we are already sitting in the bus, our legs really hurts, but still with the smile on our faces we are excited, that we are leaving this* great country. Suddenly somewhere in the Wiener Neustadt our driver decided to follow the car with a sign: “Please follow me!” Our first thought was: Idiot, what are you doing? It’s a trap! But our telepathic connection wasn’t working, so we ended up in dark ware-house, where we were waiting for almost one hour, while people outside were pointing at us and discussing, probably about our future in the uranium mines. 

     Fortunately the bus reversed out of ware-house and it was weight of our hearts. For like 10 seconds, until it stopped again and another bus with Bosnian registration plate took over our place in ware-house. “When I saw Silvia is afraid, I tried to make a joke to help her, so I told her, imagine some guy will come into bus, point at you and yell: “You ae going with us!” It didn’t help her, who knows why.” We were watching another bus from our “safety place” when the light in ware-house turned off. We really didn’t know what is going on and then our bus just left from the parking lots without any explanation. We still do not know how it is possible, that we are alive, or what happened with another bus and people inside. Maybe we don’t want to know. R.I.P. 

            

Let’s make it clear; it was just a “regular” custom control.

So after two and a half hours spent in bus we still have like 14 hours of our traveling adventure left. Wheeee!

     We were trying to fall asleep but only Silvia succeeded in less than 10 minutes, while Martin was struggling with issues connected with the fact, that he is two meters tall. So he didn't sleep at all. Instead he enjoyed the scenery changing behind the window, as the bus was passing through Austria, Slovenia, Croatia and finally Bosnia and Herzegovina.

     It's 8 a.m. and you couldn't believe it, but we finally arrived to Mostar!