For Molly and I, what started as a trip to southern France, has transformed into one giant history lesson about Europe’s darkest 32 years. Everywhere on this continent there is death, loss, violence and destruction.
Driving in the Balkans is not an easy affair but with a little bit of preparation anyone can do it.
Somewhere along the way the road pulled away from the river and we came to a one lane road that served as the border checkpoint. A few stamps later we wound our way back up to the road above the river and watched it widen as we made our way to Foča.
We wanted to share pictures from the road (many of them are taken from the moving car) to help you get a sense of the dramatic and varied sights and scenery we experienced in the of course of our relatively short drive.
Of all the amazing and surprising things we’ve seen, perhaps no other place has earned that sentiment more than the Republic of Srpska: Never in my life did I expect to see The Republic of Srpska . . . twice.
A quick refresher on the terminology applied to Slavs living in the countries comprising the former Yugoslavia.
These white squares of paper can be spotted everywhere, they are plastered all over bus stops, poles, signs, stop lights, power lines, sides of buildings, trees, homes and community bulletin boards.