Our 'legal' three month period of staying in Sarajevo without residence permit is over again and we needed to go out this weekend. We decided to take train this time to the place which is so close to Bosnian border in Croatia. That was Metkovic which is a small town just after the Bosnian-Croatian border. These are not the best times to trip since the weather is not so good here. But... Our trip started at 6 am in the morning and it took 5 hours, with some delay, to arrive to Metkovic. There was interesting detail to share from the train trip that the train that we took was a Swedish donation to Bosnia. Well, we know now what Sweden does with their really old trains! Below photo is from inside of the train.
After we arrived, we tried to buy tickets for returning but unfortunately the guy at the train station was not knowing any English and my poor Bosnian was not enough to express our wish. We just walked the whole city and searched for the bus station then. We could take the last bus in half an hour but we have thought that the guy was trying to cheat us since he asked so expensive ticket price. Then we turned back again to train station to buy train tickets which became the only way to turn back to Sarajevo. We could not explain us again but this time we found one young lady to make translation for us. The thing that the guy was trying to tell us was that we could buy the tickets inside the train! So hard sometimes not to understand the language. Ok, but we had 5 more hours to spend in this small city. It was cold, rainy and I was getting sick. We found a shopping mall and tried to stay in it long hours. I think we could see everything from this city. You can see the most important piaces from below photos; the upper one is from Neretva going through the city, and the below one is from a big church called Sv. Ivan.
After we arrived, we tried to buy tickets for returning but unfortunately the guy at the train station was not knowing any English and my poor Bosnian was not enough to express our wish. We just walked the whole city and searched for the bus station then. We could take the last bus in half an hour but we have thought that the guy was trying to cheat us since he asked so expensive ticket price. Then we turned back again to train station to buy train tickets which became the only way to turn back to Sarajevo. We could not explain us again but this time we found one young lady to make translation for us. The thing that the guy was trying to tell us was that we could buy the tickets inside the train! So hard sometimes not to understand the language. Ok, but we had 5 more hours to spend in this small city. It was cold, rainy and I was getting sick. We found a shopping mall and tried to stay in it long hours. I think we could see everything from this city. You can see the most important piaces from below photos; the upper one is from Neretva going through the city, and the below one is from a big church called Sv. Ivan.
In the evening we took train back and bought our tickets inside the train. However, it did not take long to face with another and big problem. When we entered to the Bosnian border, we have waited the police to check our passports and put stamp on them to pove later on that we actually entered into the country. Despite all search we could not find any policeman around the train station. The train waited us 15 minutes almost but we measurably accepted the situation by thinking that that would create a problem later on. Our 'nice' night did not end here. At Mostar, a big group of students and their teachers went inside the train. They continued almost all night to sing and talk and move and drink. I really became so tired and frustrated and sick. When we could arrive to Sarajevo at 11 pm, another surprise was waiting us; snow and rain! Do you also feel sometimes that God is really tring your patience and you start to wait that everything can happen actually. This trip was exactly like that. I have been sick since then and we have told that the police will decide tomorrow if they will accept our passports without having Bosnian entrance stamp or not. If they do not, we will probably go to Metkovic again on Thursday. Life is hard sometimes!
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