Stari Most
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This bridge is the most famous thing in Mostar. We are headed back to Croatia tomorrow.
a travelogue for a solo cross-country motorcycle road trip from Tampa, Florida to San Diego, California in 2008 and an overland attempt from Singapore to Morocco from November 2004 to August 2006
This bridge is the most famous thing in Mostar. We are headed back to Croatia tomorrow.
We left Croatia after a couple nights and have now headed to Mostar, in Bosnia-Hercegovina.
Dubrovnik's walled city is beautifully rebuilt after the bombing it suffered in the 90's, however, it is crowded and relatively expensive.
Kevin and I caught a flight to Dubrovnik from Manchester, finally ending my week of travelling every other night.
We had a evening in Torremolinos before hopping on a plane to London for Emily to recuperate and for me to catch an overnight bus to Manchester to meet up with Kevin.
Bad lamb couscous nearly killed Emily in Marrakesh, and she had to endure the rest of the weeks' overnight travels with frequent trips to the toilet on a buckling train and on a fast boat to Spain.
Food stalls are crowded and smoky with grilled meats and noisy with touts trying to veer you over to their stall.
Only 3 Dirham a glass, or about 40 cents. The main square in Marrakesh, a seemingly unpronouceable Djemma el-Fna, is filled with snake charmers and orange juice stands by day and food stalls in the evening.
After spending a night in Fes, we took the night train from to Marrakesh, some ten light-years away, it seemed.
For a small tip, we were led to a tannery to witness and smell the process of tanning hides. We were given mint leaves to hold under our noses to cover the stench or animal skins in the sun. Of course, we had to browse the goods and pretend to be interested afterwards.
Fes el-Bali, the old city in Fes, is one of the largest living medieval cities in the world, or so says the LP guide.
We met Tim, an American, and Valerie and Nadia, two Swiss, while disembarking in Tangier. We shared a taxi to the train station and then a cabin down to Fes, six hours away.
The Swiss girls were just starting their four month overland trip down west Africa. Tim, a chemistry graduate student at USC, was trying to get down to Morocco from Grenoble and make it back to Paris in time for his flight back home.
Ferries are scheduled to leave the Spanish port of Algeciras every 30 minutes, but they actually don't leave on time, rather they wait until they fill up with passengers.
You finish your evening with a nightcap with or without ice cream around midnight in Spain, and you are never alone. What a great country!
Cullera, a beach town not far from Guaduassar, has all the tourism that you would want in the area. Beach parking is free, and then you can escape back to Guadassuar for cheap eats.
For breakfast, the males head off to L'Alter, a local eatery for beer, tapas, sandwiches, followed by coffee with scotch. This happens at 10am and then they head to work. Wow.
No room for serving dishes here, diners scoop mouthfuls of rice and meat from the pan.
Emily's father, Richard, shows off his drinking skills with this bottle of lemonade and beer.
Emily's grandfather cooked up some of his festival-winning paella over a woodfire at his campo.
The Spanish are great eaters, and the anniversary celebration was just another excuse for a great meal. They eat quite late in Spain, and our meal did not start until past 9pm and ended after midnight. The restaurant was still packed when we left. As usual, the dishes can be seen at my flickr site if you click on this photo and then explore the rest of the photos.