Author Archives: Katja

Alexander, the Danish-Bosnian guy that I met on the train to Zagreb, told me to eat cévapcici with kajmak at Pigeon Square. So that’s what I did. They had the cutest little Coke bottles. When the food came, it was in the shape of meatball-like things with raw onions in a pitabread. And the kajmakContinue reading “Day 24: Mr. P eats a Bosnian lunch”

Sarajevo is a small city, compared to most other cities that I’ve visited during this trip, and it is also very different in the sense that it is built on the steep slopes of a V-shaped river valley, with the river Miljacka flowing in the middle. This makes for a very scenic city scape, butContinue reading “Day 24: Downtown Sarajevo”

We arrived in Sarajevo, about two hours late. Turns out, the nice man who had been to Gothenburg was welcomed at the station by a younger man who spoke with an almost perfect Gothenburgean accent. For those of you who know Swedish, the Gothenburg dialect is one of those homey and good-hearted kinds and IContinue reading “Day 23: Night in Sarajevo”

I’m still on the train, it’s half past seven. One and a half hours after we were supposed to arrive in Sarajevo. There are less mountains outside the windows now, and more industrial buildings. People are smoking in the corridor outside my compartment, and once in a while a man with a small shopping cartContinue reading “Day 23: Report from a train III”

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 goingContinue reading “Day 23: Report from a train II”

The train from Zagreb to Sarajevo does not run from Zagreb. When I arrived at the train station, I was told that I first had to take a bus. Luckily, the bus stopped right outside the train station and it even had air conditioning. Excepting the nice woman in the information desk at the trainContinue reading “Day 23: Report from a train”

It’s Saturday night and I’m alone in an empty hostel. And when I say alone, I mean Completely Alone. No one else is here. For some odd reason, everyone who stayed here last night left this morning and no one new has arrived. The hostel is in a big apartment with three dorms, a bigContinue reading “Day 22: In an empty hostel”

They had some pretty cool stuff in Zagreb, on uninteresting house walls in the Lower Town. Even though some was written in Croatian, which I didn’t understand, so I couldn’t know if it cas cool or racist/anti-gay/something else less sympathetic.

Right next to the railway tracks lies the Botanic Garden of Zagreb. It is a small garden, but with no entrance fee and in the afternoon that after the rain had turned clammy and sultry, a walk among the trees was perfect. They seem to have waterlilies in every Botanic Garden. I like them.  Continue reading “Day 22: Botanic Garden of Zagreb”

I continued my Zagreb walk down into the Lower Town. The street outside my hostel. The statue of the Grounded Sun. The Well of Life statue, made by Ivan Mestrovic. There is something so suggestive about the naked bodies, something so intimate. I really liked it. The Croatian National Theatre. The First Fountain, designed inContinue reading “Day 22: The Lower Town of Zagreb”