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I arrived to Sarajevo at late night with the bus from Beograd. As I exited the bus I discovered that I wasn't at the bus-station which I had hoped. I was not at the central busstation, but at "the other" busstation 15km outside town...Shit...<br />Lucky for me a local girl was to be picked up by her boyfriend and she offered me a ride with them into the center. So around 10.00 in the evening I finally after 20 hours of travelling got to the youth-hostel. And what a mess. The bed I had ordered wasn't there. And already one guy was sleeping on the couch in the kitchen. Luckily enough after an hour of waiting I got an other couch made ready for me an my backpack and I went directly to bed.

Sarajevo - last stop on the road

Anna Sofie Andersen
2006-03-16 19:39:39

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I arrived to Sarajevo at late night with the bus from Beograd. As I exited the bus I discovered that I wasn't at the bus-station which I had hoped. I was not at the central busstation, but at "the other" busstation 15km outside town...Shit...
Lucky for me a local girl was to be picked up by her boyfriend and she offered me a ride with them into the center. So around 10.00 in the evening I finally after 20 hours of travelling got to the youth-hostel. And what a mess. The bed I had ordered wasn't there. And already one guy was sleeping on the couch in the kitchen. Luckily enough after an hour of waiting I got an other couch made ready for me an my backpack and I went directly to bed.

The next morning became the beginning of the end. The first day at my last stop. And what a beautifull morning it was. As I walked through the center of old Sarajevo I met to American guys from the hostel and we joined up for a turkish coffee and some burek. One of the guys talked for hours about this specific olympic stadion that he knew was somewhere in so we started climbing the hills of Sarajevo. Walking for hours through quiet neighbourhoods, stopping and thinking our own striking thoughts at every cemetery and buying a new bottle of water at each shop we met on our way, it started out to be a relaxing day in the name of discovery. After having walked and talked for half the day we finally had infront of us the kosovo stadion. And what a bommer it was to find out that it was closed!

But after we had been standing there for a while figuring out what then to do the elder man sitting guard in the door told us that we could be there for ten minutes. Ten tremendous minutes. As we walked in to the stadion I felt like being one of three people all alone in the world, running around on the field with bare feet, lying in the grass and formating the sky or just pretending to shoot on goal and just the three of us. I wonder how it must be for footballplayers ...