Part 2….The Tuunnneelll… Now ad The Hilll… Now remember 761 was to connect to E 80 and we are on 5 which now has just come to a dead end. This, just as we were to reach our attended 761. “Oh well” (ya, I really said that…), we had another option pop it’s self up in front of us. If we were to take this other road over here on the right (that was just around the corner of our road closed sign), we could detour over to this other town and get to 761 that way….Come on now, that would be too easy. This new road (which doesn’t have a name, but just a pointed arrow that say’s it goes to …) starts out just as any other normal road in Bosnia does…not bad and then goes to ---- in a hand basket right quick. One saving grace for us (I thought), was we had a small car filled with 3 young men in front of us…now you know they have got it together, right ??? We followed them around for about 20 minutes in heavy rain, mud being thrown everywhere, and it was a winding and twisting up hill ride. All of a sudden, the road turns to a dirt path. Just wide enough for your car and no other up or down, and we were now climbing up, up, up. There was no doubt about it, we were climbing a mountain and we weren’t sure were it was going to take us ….We couldn’t turn around, and to back out now would show we were cowards... Ya, right … As it was, we did follow them for about 40-45 minutes up and down the mountain sides, and had no idea were we would end up. Then all of a sudden, they pulled over, stopped, and got out (It looked like a potty break). I was too chicken to stop and ask why, so here we were heading out into the wilds of Bosnia finest mountains (keeping in mind all we’ve read about those un-found land mines) with out a map (not that they have done us any good !!) and try to pick the right cattle trail to get us out. These trails crossed everywhere, and everywhere we looked we saw homes and barns that were bombed, shot up, or burned out….no one around !!! Again, after driving these twisting, winding dirt pathways for another 45 minutes, we saw out in the distance, a town. Not any town, but the one we wanted to find. Now it wasn’t within an arms length, but we could see it through the clouds…Please God, Don’t Close Up Those Clouds…as long as we could see it, we knew we were ok, but when we went around a corner (and there were lots of them), we began to panic. Finally, after all that, we found our road, our RIGHT road…the sweat started to dry under our armpits and we were both very thirsty. Now to finish our day by finding a campground…not that easy, remember, we are in Bosnia and they only have one to NONE !!! Along the “toll way” we saw a sign “Hotel-Camping-Restaurant. We couldn’t wait for the next exit. As we jumped off, we pulled to a stop, paid our toll, and went looking for the “Campground”. What we found was a deserted old hotel and about 3 run down cottages off in the weeds. We didn’t need this, but we are tough. Finally, a few miles further down the “toll way” we ended up finding a large gas station/restaurant and we “camped” the night next to “The Big Rigs”….no grass, just plain old concrete
Tomorrow…. Serbia (Yugoslavia)
Tomorrow…. Serbia (Yugoslavia)