Jumping into Bosnia with French Hitchhikers
Dubrovnik, Croatia to Mostar, Bosnia-Herzegovina.
We spent the morning perusing King’s Landing. You are pretty much displaced onto the Game of Thrones set. It was sureal and very hot..
Catherdral in Dubrovnik
then headed off to Mostar, Bosnia-Herzegovina, which btw you need a green card to enter. Not the green card you are thinking of, but a green card for you car. Its confusing. I know. But it allows you to drive in Bosnia-Herzegovina, it costs US$25 at the border.
Now i’m gonna preface the rest of this post by saying on record, Bosnia-Herzegovina is favorite country visited so far. It may change, but oh my oh my was Bosnia-Herzegovina an adventure.
Mostar as a city so cool! Cobble stone roads and a super cool bridge over a river. It will be the bridge that the Red Bull Cliff diving competition is going to happen at August 15th. We saw people jumping form the bridge and were all pumped to also follow in suit. Then we got to the bridge… It looked like professionals were jumping from the bridge. People were filming, and there were banners up, but Marshal asked one of the official looking people if we could also jump. He said, sure, but to go into the water first, because the frigid waters sometimes stop people’s hearts with shock and they never surface back up.. (gulp…eek.. wide eyed)…
So we get down the river bed down this long walkway and see some people jump into the water from a platform just down the river. It didn’t seem too high, so we decide to test our form before jumping into . Josiah and I entered the water first while Patrick and Marshal filmed and took pictures and then we would switch. By this time the people that were jumping were back across the river and we went to say hello. They were two french hitchhikers making there way through eastern europe on vacation. Philippe and Beranger.
The water was a cross behind the polar ice caps and a brain freeze while eating delicious ice-cream. Pain and cold, but then after you get in awhile. Relief and a bit euphoric. The were a slight current and we were advised to go up river and swim across to the platform. Now from the other sidd of the river, the platform doesn’t seem too high up… until you get to the top. from the top it looks like you are looking down from the Sear’s tower and if you step off you are going to get eaten up by the blue abyss. But you have to bit the bullet and just got.. I drew the short straw and had to jump first… It seemed like I stood on that platform for only a few seconds, but everyone told me afterwards it was a lot longer… The french guys were yelling, Marshal and Patrick were yelling across the river to stop wasting their memory space and just go.. the fears were going into warp speed thorough my head at this point as I stood on the edge looking down. But i knew the longer I stood up on the platform the worse it was going to get. So I took a big breathe and took the leap.
I was free falling and braced myself for impact.... then realized that I still wasn’t at the water... I took the time to take another breathe then penciled into the water feet first. My form was bad on that jump since my feet were flat and as I surfaced from the depths, the bottoms of my feet were aching.. Josiah went through the same stress and then we jumped again. Because why not. then we swam across the river and at this point Philippe and Beranger were calling us crazy. We found out only after we jumped that they had only jumped from the lower rocks and not the crazy high top. After a bit, Philippe could not be one up-ed by a bunch of American and swam across the river with Marshal and Patrick. They all did the same little dance Josiah and I did, standing at the top of the platform scaring themselves then finally jumping. We decided we couldn’t jump from the bridge which was 2–3x as high as the platform, plus our form at that height would not be so forgiving… I mean the platform is like 9 meters high…. thats 3 basketball rims on top of each other… its highm peeps.
All this jumping made us hungry, we invited the french guys to join us and warn them how tiny our car was but we would make it work if they were okay with it since we were both headed towards Sarajevo with a small detour up to Lake Prokosko. Philippe and Beranger were good sports and awesome people so If you see them on the road with their thumbs up. Please do pick them up. We drove towards the lake with 6 of us stuffed into our two door VW polo. Josiah and Marshal having the largest shoulders did a best of three, rock, paper, scissors. The result… Patrick, Philippe and Beranger were in the back hugging their backpacking bags while I sat on Josiah’s lap in the front seat and Marshal drove us through back roads in the dark on mountain roads towards the lake. We ended up stopping at this bakery and had some sort of meat pie thingy and a pizza with ketchup and mayo. Then piled back into the car and ended up near the bottom of the mountain where the lake was for the night to camp.