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I'm on a tour of the Balkan States - what was once Yugoslavia. and I've just arrived over the border from the Republic of Srpska, part of Bosnia and Herzegovina. Bosnia. The very word is redolent with emotion, inextricably linked with war reporting on the news in my mind. As with many of these towns there's a huge contrast between the peaceful setting and the bullet ridden walls of the sleepy little town of Stolac.
Stolac is an ancient town; has been continuously settled for over 3,500 years. The turquoise Bregava River flows directly through the centre of the town, winding past the Old Town of Vidoški fortress, pretty Ottoman stone bridges, pomegranate orchards and active wooden watermills. There's also a very tall (16 metres) tower. It's very recent - 2013, built to replace the original Ottoman tower (Sahat Kula), built in 1664. It was originally a bell tower, but its bell was removed and melted down for ammunition, by the Austro-Hungarian army in 1917. Then it collapsed, in the 1930s, hence the reconstruction
Once on the road again, we've stopped to look at the stecci in the UNESCO recognised encropolis at Radimlja . These are monumental medieval tombstones, of all shapes, commonly scattered in Nekropola or graveyards, on beautiful hillsides, which lie scattered across the landscape of Bosnia and Herzegovina. They're notable for their varied motifs and carvings: mostly relating to the joys of living.
We're heading north now, to Mostar, the cultural heart of Herzegovina, I'm told, though modern geographic maps simply identify Herzegovina as the southern, rugged karst region of the country, making up roughly 24% of the nation's total land area. Mostar is also right on the border with Srpska. Indeed, a sliver of Mostar has been allocated to Srpska.
Mostar is a beyond picturesque city, another highlight of our tour, with riverside scenery and merged Islamic and Mediterranean cultural influences. It began to take shape under the Bosnian Kingdom in the fourteenth century, but expanded rapidly after falling under Ottoman rule in the late fifteenth century It was a critical frontier garrison town and trade hub. There was even more dramatic expansion under the Austro-Hungarian Empire, with railways, industrial factories, and Western schools. The 1990s conflicts resulted in severe damage to the city.
Today, Mostar is a fascinating, cobblestoned city, totally dominated by an even more famous old Turkish bridge (Stari Most) that was once the only means connecting the city, over the emerald waters of the Neretva River. It links limestone cliffs and deep river canyons, the buildings nestled beneath.
Diving from the bridge is a major cultural spectator event - it's a height of 20 to 24 metres above the Neretva River, depending on the seasonal water levels. The tradition dates right back to the bridge's construction in 1566. Divers use two distinct styles: the 'Flight of the Falcon' head-first, or the feet-first standing plunge. There's an official annual diving competition, but otherwise the bridge platform is strictly monitored, to stop tourists from attempting the jump. Tourists who want to try must pay a fee, undergo intensive training from local masters, and pass a test jump from a lower 10-metre platform
It's definitely not something I'd try. Jumper speeds reach around 80 to 90 kilometres per hour before impact, so hitting the water incorrectly is very risky. What's more, the river temperature averages just 7 to 10 degrees Celsius. Despite this, local legend says a man must jump from the bridge before he is allowed to ask for a girl's hand in marriage. Much more sensible just to use the iconic arch for dramatic wedding day photographs. Many do.
It’s easy to wile away several hours wandering around here. The historic centre is a maze of narrow stone alleyways lined with traditional craft markets, copper workshops, and bustling bazaar stalls. There are pavement cafes and roof terraces lining the paths up to and around the bridge, as well as several bazaars (and churches). Pre-war Mostar was celebrated for the integration of its architectural styles reflecting the diversity of its community and religions.
Ironic then, that the civil war resulted in the demolition of the bridge and most of the old town. UNESCO raised funds to restore the old town and bridge. The guides say it cost 20 million dollars. We hope it's money well spent. Tensions between the different communities, even now, are palpable.
The road to Sarajevo, following the river, is a continuing reminder of the conflict. At Jablanica, there are tanks, guns, and half demolished buildings and more bullet holes. But an upended bridge is a replica, part of a Museum Complex which, in this case, commemorated the 35th anniversary of the Battle of the Neretva in World War II. The twisted metal span visible in the water was reconstructed for the 1969 Yugoslav war film The Battle on the Neretva. It's also known as The Battle for the Wounded, as Tito ordered the blowing up of the bridge as a decoy. He then constructed a make shift crossing, to transport 4,000 wounded soldiers to safety. That's what gives the complex its name. There's also an old partisan train and piece of track.
Konjic is one of the oldest permanent settlements in Bosnia and Herzegovina, dating back almost 4,000 years. It's another idyllic little town, on the river, with a historic six arch Ottoman bridge. It is the physical gateway (the maybe border) between Bosnia and Herzegovina. Well, the bridge was old, but the Germans destroyed it and it had to be rebuilt. It's still on the town's coat of arms.
The fast-flowing Neretva River, which the bridge crosses, cuts directly through the town centre, carving out deep canyons that make the area a premier hub for whitewater rafting.
The town is most famous, however, for housing ARK D-0, a massive, top-secret underground atomic bunker built by Tito, to protect the Yugoslav leadership from nuclear attack.
Sarajevo, the end of our journey, doesn’t quite match up to Mostar, on the cuteness scale, but it’s still a gorgeous town, with plenty to see and lots of history.
The most poignant and famous spot is the plaque which marks the spot where Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated. It’s right next to our hotel. And it's sad on two counts. The first because he died (obviously), which was the excuse for The Great War. Though it took a month to get going and was going to happen anyway. The second is that it was a curiously botched attempt.
The assassination took place on 28 June 1914, a date that coincided with both the royal couple's fourteenth wedding anniversary and Vidovdan, a highly sacred Serbian national and religious holiday. Seven young conspirators positioned themselves along the Appel Quay embankment route, each armed with bombs and pistols (they were trained and supplied by the secret Serbian society known as the Black Hand.) The first assassination attempt occurred at 10:10 AM when Nedeljko Čabrinović threw a hand grenade at the royal motorcade. It bounced off the back of the Archduke’s open-top car and exploded under the vehicle behind them, injuring dozens of bystanders. Nedeljko Čabrinović then jumped into the river, near the Latin Bridge and tried to commit suicide by swallowing a vials of cyanide, but the poison was old and only caused him to vomit.
Following the bomb attack, the Archduke completed his scheduled official reception at the Sarajevo City Hall, but then insisted on changing his itinerary, to visit the wounded officers at the local garrison hospital. The governor decided the motorcade should drive straight down the main avenue at high speed, to avoid the city centre, but he completely forgot to inform the lead driver of the route change.
The lead driver turned right onto Franz Josef Street as originally planned, the governor shouted at him to stop, and the car stalled two metres away from of one of the would be assassins, nineteen year old Gavrilo Princip, who was walked to a delicatessen, believing the assassination plot had failed. He fired two shots, striking the Archduke in the neck and his wife Sophie in the abdomen. He also tried to commit suicide by swallowing a vial of cyanide, but again, it only made him vomit. Gavrilo Princip then tried to turn his pistol on himself, but the crowd intervened.
There are at least three juxtaposed cities to walk through within Sarajevo, the modern (federal and civic buildings, galleries and museums), the classical (with several churches, synagogues and celebrated ice cream parlours) and the Ottoman.
Near our hotel, the Ottoman Old Town is Baščaršija. Baščaršija Square, with its red tiles roofs and green domes offers the last remaining sebilj (once common kiosk-shaped public fountains) in Sarajevo. Close by, the Gazi Husrev-beg Mosque complex is the focal point of Islamic architecture in the city, encompassing a domed prayer hall, a central courtyard fountain, and a neighbouring madrasa. The madrasa has Shrek style fairy castle turrets.
The 30 metres tall Sarajevo Clock Tower, just round the corner, is worthy of a double take. It's one of the very few public clocks in the world that still keeps lunar time. A new day officially begins at the exact moment of astronomical sunset, so the clock dials must show 12:00 at dusk. As sunset time shifts slightly every day throughout the year, the clock needs constant calibration and a timekeeper,(a muvekit,) must climb the tower's 76 wooden steps several times a week to manually adjust the gears. The clock was made in London (so sometimes dubbed Little Ben) and brought to the city in the 1870s.
Unsurprisingly, tourists often think the clock is broken (I did) , but its purpose is to track time for Islamic prayers. .During Ramadan, the clock hitting 12:00 at sunset serves as the official signal to fire a traditional cannon, letting the entire city know it is time to break the daily fast.
Sarajevo is also home to Taslihan, a ruined caravanserai, more beautiful Ottoman mosques and the authentic Turkish 'carsija', with its oriental sweet shops, cafes and traditional Bosnian food. And, on the river, the Moorish style City Hall.
The Sarajevo Meeting of Cultures marks the specific point on Ferhadija Street where the architectural layout abruptly transitions from Eastern Ottoman bazaar alleys to Western Austro-Hungarian grand facades. Here, I'm wandering past The Sacred Heart Cathedral, a grand neo-Gothic structure, right in the city centre. It's the seat of the metropolitan archbishopric and a prominent symbol of Catholic heritage. A couple of blocks along, The Cathedral Church of the Nativity of the Theotokos is a massive nineteenth-century Orthodox place of worship with Baroque style elements and elaborate multi-tiered screens.
The Eternal Flame is a continuously burning fire memorial on a street corner, commemorating the military forces and civilians who liberated the city from World War II Axis occupation. And, again, on the ground, a Sarajevo Rose, a poignant memorial in Sarajevo. These are concrete scars left by mortar shell explosions during the 1990s siege of the city, which were subsequently filled with red resin, to mark where people lost their lives
Sarajevo: everything from the Baroque to the Bohemian. In addition, there are numerous little squares and alleys, souvenir shops and endless restaurants, in the city. However, there are only a few customers. There is 50% unemployment in Sarajevo. There is also no water in the town, for a substantial part of the day. After some cajoling, our hotel hands out bottled water for us to wash in. It’s not the most satisfying way to finish our tour. My room is small, dark (tiny skylight), noisy, and smells so badly of drains that I have to sleep with my head under the sheet. Soothing ice cream is called for, as I come to the end of my Balkans Tour.
Our group tour has now arrived in Bosnia, actually in the Republic of Srpska, crossing the border from Kotor in Montenegro. I'm on a group tour of the Balkan States - what was once Yugoslavia. In hindsight, more than a few years later, the fact it's in the Republic of Srpska is causing me a problem. I hadn't realised that this counts as another country/territory, as it is self governing. I can't re-number all my territories now, so this is going to have to go in at number 250, out of order, which I know will irritate me constantly.....
Our first stop and main in Bosnia is Trebinje, a small town with roots going back to Ottoman times and further. It's the southern most town in Bosnia. Trebinje lies on the banks of the Trebišnjica river, in the region of East Herzegovina. The city's old town quarter dates to the eighteenth-century Ottoman period. The town (surprise, surprise) ‘boasts numerous interesting churches and monasteries’. The Cathedral Temple of Holy Transfiguration of Our Lord is scenically tucked away, in the centre of the city park. Even though we’ve seen so many, on this trip, it is worth a visit, for the quality of the interior illumination (see above). The frescoes seem to have been fairly recently updated. Nikola Tesla is amongst the faces commemorated.
There’s also a market square, chock full of honey and cheese, and a famous wooden Ottoman bridge, the Arslanagić Bridge, also known as Perovića Bridge.
Trebinje is described, in tourist brochures as The City of Sun and Plane Trees. That's because it has 260+ annual days of Mediterranean sunshine and the century-old plane trees canopy its iconic town square. It's the warmest city in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Travel writers even extend to using the phrase 'Bosnia's Tuscany' extolling the region's sprawling vineyards, rolling hills, and renowned winemaking heritage. I've also heard 'Eldorado of Archaeology', but I'm not even going to go there.
The Trebinje area is also notable for its huge waterwheels, (locally known as 'dolapi'), spanning the Trebišnjica River. They were introduced during the Ottoman period - many date back to the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. These giant wooden wheels were designed to solve a classic karst geography problem: getting water from a deeply recessed river up to dry, elevated agricultural fields. The Trebišnjica, is one of the longest sinking rivers in the world (flowing both overground and through extensive subterranean limestone channels).
The natural, powerful current of the Trebišnjica River pushes the wheel paddles, rotating the structure. Small leather or wooden buckets attached to the rim scoop up water at the bottom and dump it into elevated wooden troughs at the peak of the rotation, feeding network channels.They are built across
Then it's over the border, to The Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina
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