CAMELOT FANTASIES

Upon arriving in Mostar, I decided to explore the city on my own. It was my birthday, already dark outside (around 10 pm or so) and I just wanted to get a first glimpse of the old bridge. Just when I was about to snap a picture, someone approached me from behind saying "Hello". I turned around and saw a guy who was about my age. We chatted a little until he suggested that he would show me a beautiful place. When we went to his car I thought that the "beautiful place" was most likely the place where he would chop off my head and **** me afterwards (yeah, such sickos maybe exist). Fortunately I was wrong. He took me to Blagaj. A historical village on the source of river Buna. They have a Dervish (a Muslim sect as far as I remember) monastery there and a neat restaurant directly by the river where you can enjoy a cold breeze and a refreshing drink to make the summer heat bearable.

I had my first Bosnian lemonade there. The first Bosnian coffee - which is, hands down, the best in the world - came the next morning.



The monastery