The train just started again after standing still for quite a while. The Dutch couple got off the train an hour or so ago and now there is no one in the compartment who speaks English, but I picked up the word Zagreb from what they were saying, and then another train passed us going in the opposite direction. So I think we stopped to wait for the train from Sarajevo to Zagreb to pass. Does that mean that we’ve only come half way? It’s four now, and if the train was running on schedule we should be in Sarajevo in two hours. We left Zagreb (on the bus, mind, but still) six and a half hours ago.
Ah, well. Let’s see what happens. The landscape is still beautiful, with the mountains and the corn fields. It’s starting to become really hot in here, and the windows can only be opened by holding them down, which means that we only get fresh air whenever someone feels like standing up and holding on to the window handle. But except for that I’m pretty comfy. I brought about four liters of liquids (water and ice tea) on this trip, so I’m fine for now.
Katja Malmborg 