The next day was reserved for seeing Mostar.
I could leave my luggage at the hotel, so I first went to the train station.
The train station was rather large and impressive, in spite of only two
trains per day and direction. However, the train station was closed at that time, so no
ticket purchase yet.
Into the historic city of Mostar: Visiting the Ottoman House was
interesting, as well as climbing on the tower of one mosque. In the city,
many houses still had effects of shelters and gun shots from the war. (At
least) One of the trees in the pedestrian area had many shots as well.
river Neretva within the city of Mostar
City of Mostar from the mosque tower
Ottoman House and bird nests within
Seeing Stari Most, the old (or rather: rebuilt) bridge was nice, as well as
the masses of people looking there. However, the area with many tourists
was quite small. Whereas Stari Most was shoot down during the war, there
was a small sister bridge which survived the war damaged but still existed.
However, that bridge collapsed during one high water afterwards but had
also been rebuilt.
Stari Most with tourists, sister bridge of Stari Most without tourists and houses along the river
Below Stari Most, there was an area that looked like a nice picknick-place to
look at the bridge and old city, but it was obviously unmaintained since some time.
Same at other places: Really great, but many of them unmaintained (as in
"too less money", not as in "vandalized"). Soon in
the afternoon, most tourists disappeared, so I had the chance to look at
the city with only few tourists arround before I had to leave for the train.
Walking around Mostar, I meet a few people who were in Germany before, for
work, studying or school.
The city was quite fascinating - in some way reminded me of 20 years
ago. I saw a few more nice vegetables, like kiwis.
Mostar wasn't as tourismn-oriented as I would have expected from the
monuments available to see there. All people were very nice and friendly,
and in the cafes around there was free wifi. A nice place, but also
depressing when thinking how much better it could be.