5 hours from Belgrade, Serbia, on the road,
another day of spinning couchsurf/hitchhike good/bad luck.
Four female Polish hitchhikers, two Bosnians, two North Americans:
A house of strangers, stories, and laughter in a city torn by war;
eerie, only because I lack all the history for all the holes.
Learning to walk the tightrope/slackline among strangers.
(1 day and 2 afternoons)
And off to Mostar, a city divided by a bridge and war, by Muslims, Christians, and tourists.
Off to the Croatian sea.
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