One wise man once said: “If you wanna be
rich, work, if you wanna be wise, study, if you are already rich and wise,
travel.” I made it out, but since 12 days ago I really felt rich and also my
mind was kinda allright, I decided to go and hitchhike during this holidays in
Balkan with my fellow Companjera, named Georgia. It was the first hitchhiking
experience for her, and hopefully not last for me. Our first direction (not One
Direction – Hell no!) was Berane, in Montenegro so on Saturday morning we took
our backpacks (my about 5kg, hers about 50) and we raised our thumbs to the
wind.
Luckily in about 10 minutes we had a ride, so I didn’t need to explain to
her, that sometimes it takes a little time, to stop someone. Guy took us like
20km southern and dropped us on "really frequented" road in direction to Stolac.
It was a beautiful day, so even though no one stopped us for next half an hour,
we were quiet happy, that we are doing this. Few more cars and we found
ourselves in top of the mountain next to Stolac.
Guy who took us there was
local, but he was some time ago working in Florida, so as all guys before, he
was speaking English kind of fluently. He just asked us, if we have time and
want to see something special and since we didn’t have so much time, we agreed. So he drove us to this mountain something something (sorry, but I am really bad with names). It took us maybe two extra hours, but it was
worth it. Old ruins on the hill with a perfect view of the whole landscape all around us. Really magical place. After that, he dropped us in city and few minutes later we already
had a ride. First person, who wasn’t speaking English at all. What should we do
now? Since my local language is not on a high level and Georgias Local Language sounds like Chinese, I just improvised and I
was pleasantly surprised, that I could have a conversation and understand
almost everything. Whoa! We have been talking for about half an hour! And then
he dropped us in the middle of nowhere! So we have been waiting there for like
forever! And then, suddenly, out of nowhere something awesome happened!
You
wouldn’t believe that, but really excellent man stopped us. His name was Sašo,
he wasn’t speaking English at all, but since I had this Local Language “Renaissance”
in last car, I just opened my mouth and words were coming out like a waterfall.
All the people in the car were surprised, but mostly my imaginary friend
Jessica. She was just staring at me with her mouth opened and couldn’t make a
sound. Then she turned into an ashtray so I knocked off my cigarette and
continued with conversation. Sašo mentioned few things: that he is often coming
to Mostar, so we exchanged our phone numbers and agreed, we will have a coffee in Mostar; that in summer we can go together
to Guča to a festival; and in case I will come to Trebinje, his house will be opened for me. He acquainted us with his wife and showed us Trebinje,
the city he took us to (and luckily, we wanted to go to).
He invited us also
for a coffee and pizza and then took us little bit further, to the border with
Montenegro. And then the darkness fell. And not a single car passed by. If we
wouldn’t be so happy and excited, we would be truly desperate.
And like 5
hours later...we were in Berane. Are you asking how? Because we are wiz... wait for it...
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...we took a bus. Oh yeah. Sometimes the force of nature is stronger than you and it is better to pay some little money to go somewhere you want to go, than freeze to death somewhere you already are and you don’t want to be anymore (and also because we are wizards). Mathieu (our French friend) was waiting for us on a bus station, took us to his apartment and made us some kifla (footage not found). First day was over and we were falling asleep smiling, for we made it almost exactly as we planned. And at least, but not last (okay, maybe last for now), I will inspire you with one quote: "Cut the potatoes to small pieces and don't cry while doing that, for they don't feel the pain"
...we took a bus. Oh yeah. Sometimes the force of nature is stronger than you and it is better to pay some little money to go somewhere you want to go, than freeze to death somewhere you already are and you don’t want to be anymore (and also because we are wizards). Mathieu (our French friend) was waiting for us on a bus station, took us to his apartment and made us some kifla (footage not found). First day was over and we were falling asleep smiling, for we made it almost exactly as we planned. And at least, but not last (okay, maybe last for now), I will inspire you with one quote: "Cut the potatoes to small pieces and don't cry while doing that, for they don't feel the pain"
To be continued...
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