GQ Prokoško Jezero
Lake Prokosko, Bosnia-Herzegovina to Sarajevo, Bosnia-Herzegovina
After a restful morning sleeping in comfy ENO hammocks under a gazebo while Philippe and Beranger slept in their tent, we headed up the mountain to the lake. This time Patrick, Philippe and Beranger were in the back hugging their backpacking bags, Marshal was in the front seat, Josiah drove and I hung out the window.
At the top we walked into what we though was a restaurant. No one was really sure. IT was super foggy, and there were these little wooden huts scattered on top of the mountain. There was a big pepsi umbrella so we assumed it was a restaurant. We were motioned to sit at this picnic table in front of this old looking brick oven and a fire stewing up something in a big black caldron. The decor was mountain-eek. Antique guns (There was a tommy gun), laterns, two samurai looking swords crossing, all with the smell of a wood burning fire/oven and the cold mountain air.
They only spoke Bosnian so we were at their mercy for what was to be ordered. Bosnia coffee was brought out with baklava as an appetizer then we waited. Josiah haven’t expected the American speed service thought that was it and and attempted to communicate if that was it.
”Um.. .is that it? umm… finish? fin?” cross his hands over each other in as an umpire motion a runner safe in baseball… (universe sign for done?)
Our gruff bosnian server shoot his head no and we graciously all waited and talked with our new friends, Philippe and Beranger. The wait was well worth it. They ended up bring out a ginormous pan of cheesy bread, like a thick pizza, We scarf that down for only 35 Marks for the six of us. We then walked around the lake and had a GQ/instameet style photo session. It was amazing with the heavy fog rolling over the lake.
After one loop around the lake we walked back to the car and not wanting to sardine it back into the car. Patrick, Philippe, Beranger and I ran down the mountain about 5 km while Josiah and Marshal did a bit of drone filming on the car.
Then it was back to playing sardine and driving to Sarajevo, where we found an awesome kebab shop showing the final leg of le Tour de France and we stuffed our faces with 2 kebabs each. 12 delicious kebabs ordered. It was here we had to say goodbye to our wonderful French hitch hitchers turned friends and we parted towards Serbia.
We made our way across the border, we ended up camping at a Croatian rest stop, pitching hammocks on trees and part of a gazebo for the night.. Note to past self: make sure you hang your hammocks at relatively the same height from each other and not down a hill…. also choose a sturdy tree..